“She… I found her in a psychiatric hospital,” Camille said quietly. “As I expected, she didn’t recognize me. But I felt better having met her in person. I told her who I was, but she was still stuck in the past.

“Sometimes she believed me, and we spent a quiet day together. Most of the time, though, she thought I was just a nurse or an aide. But I didn’t really care. She was alive, and sometimes she would talk about my biological father. She told me stories with a hazy look in her eyes, and I felt like I could imagine what their lives were like.”

Luther lowered his...