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Chapters (79)
  1. Cover
  2. Title Page
  3. Dedication
  4. Julia
  5. Grant
  6. Iris
  7. Transcript from Interviews for A Death in Winding Creek by Elena Garcia
  8. Kyle
  9. Excerpt of Transcript of TCSO and LPD Interview with Edward Frimpong (Minor)
  10. Kyle
  11. Grant
  12. From Iris Pollitt’s “From Russia with Love” Adoption Journal
  13. Iris
  14. Iris and Kyle
  15. Grant
  16. From Iris Pollitt’s “From Russia with Love” Adoption Journal
  17. Julia
  18. Grant
  19. Iris
  20. From Iris Pollitt’s “From Russia with Love” Adoption Journal
  21. Grant
  22. Julia
  23. Iris
  24. Kyle
  25. Transcript from Interviews for A Death in Winding Creek by Elena Garcia
  26. Julia
  27. From Iris Pollitt’s “From Russia with Love” Adoption Journal
  28. Iris
  29. Grant
  30. Julia
  31. Iris
  32. From Iris Pollitt’s “From Russia with Love” Adoption Journal
  33. Iris
  34. Grant
  35. Iris
  36. From Iris Pollitt’s “From Russia with Love” Adoption Journal
  37. Iris
  38. Julia
  39. Grant
  40. From Iris Pollitt’s “From Russia with Love” Adoption Journal
  41. Kyle
  42. Julia
  43. Iris
  44. Excerpt of Transcript of TCSO and LPD Interview with Kyle Pollitt
  45. From Iris Pollitt’s “From Russia with Love” Adoption Journal
  46. Excerpt of Transcript of TCSO and LPD Interview with Kyle Pollitt
  47. Iris and Grant
  48. Iris
  49. From Iris Pollitt’s “From Russia with Love” Adoption Journal
  50. Iris and Julia
  51. Transcript from Interviews for A Death in Winding Creek by Elena Garcia
  52. Grant and Iris
  53. Iris
  54. Julia
  55. From Iris Pollitt’s “From Russia with Love” Adoption Journal
  56. Excerpt of Transcript of TCSO and LPD Interview with Kyle Pollitt
  57. Iris
  58. Julia
  59. From Iris Pollitt’s “From Russia with Love” Adoption Journal
  60. Iris
  61. Iris
  62. Grant
  63. From Iris Pollitt’s “From Russia with Love” Adoption Journal
  64. Transcript from Interviews for A Death in Winding Creek by Elena Garcia
  65. From Iris Pollitt’s “From Russia with Love” Adoption Journal
  66. Grant
  67. Iris
  68. Kyle
  69. Iris
  70. Grant
  71. Iris
  72. Grant
  73. Iris and Grant
  74. Afterword of A Death in Winding Creek by Elena Garcia
  75. The Pollitt Family
  76. Acknowledgments
  77. Discover More
  78. About the Author
  79. ALSO BY JEFF ABBOTT

I cannot take him away from his own mother. I cannot. I’m so many things, but I am not that person. I’ll take him and give him to her. I can’t live with myself if I don’t. Kyle will understand. The money we’ve spent—I’ll write some more songs. I’ll make it back. How can I look this sweet boy in the face every day if I don’t do the right thing?

And a little voice in my head said: Why is giving him back to this woman you know nothing about the right thing? What if she’s mentally ill?

Grant wriggled in his crib, eyes open, bored, but the stuffed dinosaur we brought him was tucked in the crib’s corner with him. I picked it up and nuzzled his nose with the toy. He watched me. No smile, no gurgle of recognition.

“Hello, sweet boy,” I said to him. “Hello, my boy.”

My boy. He won’t be my boy. I’m so sorry. I would have loved you so…

“Will you come to me?” I asked, and then I picked him up because he was not going to give an answer. He liked being held, I thought, but he didn’t cuddle up to me; he didn’t seek that comfort of contact. Because he didn’t know I would die for him. Mostly he just looked around.

I took the deepest breath of my life and walked him to the window.

She was out there, twenty feet away and below us two stories, looking up as though she were seeing the sun for the first time in forever. I could see the bright smile come across her face. She raised a hand toward him.

I lifted up her son’s—our son’s—hand toward her and waved back, very slightly.

I saw Anya was crying. Trying to smile.

I waved his hand again. Sasha…Grant…looked out the window like he’d never seen the view before. The snow. The clouds, from two stories up.

The woman.

The dog.

I saw it loping toward her, a big one, a breed—I don’t know breeds, but it was big and sleek, like a police dog, and I was powerless, but I gestured toward her. She just waved harder, and now I cried out in shock as the dog leapt upward.

Did she not hear it? Was she so laser-focused on her child, on seeing him for the first time in nine months, that she didn’t hear?