After calming Eva down and putting her to bed, Natalie and Adam sat at the kitchen table, their minds racing. “Adam, what if we’re missing something? What if there’s more to Eva’s story than we were told?”
As Eva’s English improved, the discrepancies became more apparent. She often spoke of her siblings, Michael and Sarah, describing them with a mix of joy and sadness. “Michael, he funny. And Eyo, she sing to me,” Eva would say, her eyes shining with the memories. These stories contradicted the agency’s claim that Eva had no siblings.