If Agnes thought finding Deb would be an easy matter, she was proven wrong. Child care wouldn’t give away the information she needed.
“I’m sorry, ma’am, but that kind of information is strictly confidential” was the ever-given answer.
“I don’t think you quite understand, sir” Agnes would say, in return. “My cousin, here, is very sick. He wants to see his sister. Are you going to deny him his dying wish?”
Eventually, someone took pity on her. The boy really seemed to get worse, each day they came here.
“Debra’s foster parents have explicitly asked for anonymity. But if you...
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