“I understand how hard that decision must have been for you,” Jack said gently. Mrs. Peterson nodded, wiping her eyes with a tissue. “I’ve always thought about my other precious girl. Not a single day passed without me wondering about her, hoping she was safe and well,” Mrs. Peterson shared, her voice laden with emotion.
Jack’s heart went out to her. He hesitated, then asked, “Do you think… do you think Sarah knows she was adopted?” Mrs. Peterson shook her head. “I’m not sure, dear. But now that we’ve found her, I’d like to try to reconnect, if she’s willing.”