Look Again - Lisa Scottoline [29]
Amy Martin
393 Corinth Lane
Stoatesville, PA
Dear Karen,
Here are the papers you asked me to get signed. They are from the baby’s father and he says he will give up his rights to the baby. Please make sure the woman who wants to adopt him takes good care of him. He’s a good baby, and it’s not his fault he’s fussy and sick. I love him but I know this is what is the best thing for him and I will remember him always and keep him in my prayers.
Sincerely,
Amy
Ellen’s heart thundered in her chest, and she read the letter again, feeling a tingle just holding it in her hands. It was from Will’s birth mother, who had held this paper, had written this note, and had printed it out. So her name was Amy Martin. She sounded so sweet, and her pain in putting Will up for adoption came through even her simple lines. It was all Ellen could do not to pick up the phone and call her, but instead, she reached for her wine and raised her glass in a silent toast.
Thank you, Amy, for the gift of your child.
Oreo Figaro looked over, blinking, and she set down the wine, returned to the box, and kept digging, finally reaching more court papers, with her caption at the top. Consent of Birth Parent, read the heading, and the form showed Amy’s name and the Stoatesville address, and her birth date, which was July 7, 1983, and marital status, which read single. The paper was signed by Amy Martin under the sentence, I hereby voluntarily and unconditionally consent to the adoption of the above-named child. The paper had also been witnessed by Gerry Martin and Cheryl Martin, from the same address.
Ellen skipped to the next form, which was the consent of the birth father, and she learned his name and address with her heart in her throat:
Charles Cartmell
71 Grant Ave
Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
She eyed his signature, a messy scrawl with barely comprehensible loops. So Charles Cartmell had been Will’s father, and she couldn’t help but wonder what he had been like. What he looked like. What he did for a living. How did he and Amy meet, and why did they never marry?
She returned to digging in the box but found nothing else relating to Will except his medical information sheet, which she already had in her file, stating that both birth parents had a history of high blood pressure. There was no mention of any heart problems, which was consistent with what she’d been told by the hospital, that Will’s heart defect could have originated with him. The state had a voluntary medical registry online, but Will’s birth parents had never registered. Still, the consent papers were a tangible answer to a question Ellen hadn’t been able to articulate, even to herself.
“Well, that settles that,” Ellen said aloud, startling Oreo Figaro. Her gaze fell on the papers on the table, and her thoughts strayed to poor Karen. She remembered that Karen had called to congratulate her on the day Will’s adoption papers were processed. It was so hard to believe that she would be dead a little over a month later, by her own hand. Ellen shuddered and took a last sip of wine. It was so awful to think of Karen doing that, with three little kids at home. Musko had been right about that much.
Where was a mother’s instinct then?
She couldn’t think about it now. It was late and she had to get to bed. She’d done enough for one day, except on her homicide story. She’d normally have drafted something after her interview with Laticia Williams, but tonight she was too beat. She set the wineglass down next to the box, but a bright pink splotch amid the clutter caught her eye. She moved the papers