Adopted Son

“I’m sorry,” Grace said, feeling her stomach tighten at Lisa’s pain. “I know how much you wanted a baby.”

“It’s all I ever think about.” Lisa smoothed her skirt over her knees.

Keith reached for his wife’s hand. “It’s okay, honey. Tell Grace why we’re here.”

“Oh.” Lisa’s blue eyes brightened immediately. “We’re going to adopt. We have been approved at several adoption agencies, but the waiting lists are so long.”

“It’ll be worth it, though,” Grace reminded her.

“Yes, but my mother knows a lady who works for CPS and there’s a little boy that might be up for adoption. He’s fourteen months old. We want to be the first ones to apply for this baby and we need your help.”

“Of course. We have a very good family law department and I’ll make sure that…”

“No, no.” Lisa shook her head. “We want you to handle it. You’re the best, Grace. I know you are. You’ll fight for us.”

“Lisa, I appreciate your confidence in my abilities, but our family lawyers are very competent.”

“Grace, please,” Keith spoke up. “We’d feel more comfortable with you.”

She looked into their concerned, hopeful eyes. Could she do what they wanted? It had been a while since she’d been in the courtroom. Adrenaline began to pump through her veins and excitement filled her. Something she hadn’t felt in a long time. Maybe this was what she needed to force her out of her recent malaise. They were her friends and they needed her help.

“Okay. I’ll set things in motion.” She reached for pen and paper. “Let me get some details.”

THE NEXT MORNING Tuck got a call from Gladys Upchurch. He mentored her grandson, Micah, after his father had killed his mother. The father was in prison and Gladys had full custody of Micah, who was now twelve and going through a rough period. Micah didn’t want to go to school because the kids picked on him, calling him names.

Tuck drove to the Upchurch house and took Micah to school. It gave them a chance to talk. That’s what the boy needed—to talk to someone. They made plans to go to a University of Texas baseball game and Micah brightened up. Micah was a good kid; he just needed a guiding hand and to know that someone cared and would always be there for him.

After Micah went inside, Tuck thought it was time to have a talk with the principal to let him know about the problem. The principal said he’d do what he could, but it was hard to control some of the kids. Tuck knew that and had to accept the explanation—for now.

When he reached his office, Opal called. Wilma Harper had passed away. She and her daughter would have one funeral and be buried next to each other. So much heartache and sadness. Tuck hoped they’d found everlasting peace.

That left Brady.

Tuck spent every spare moment he had at the hospital. Brady’s wounds were healing and he wasn’t quite so aggressive, but they had a long way to go. He didn’t speak, only made grunting sounds. Wilma had said he was saying words, but the staff hadn’t seen any signs of that. Neither had Tuck. CPS wanted a complete evaluation of Brady so he was staying in the hospital a while longer.

Brady preferred being alone, playing alone. If anyone got too close, he became aggressive, biting and hitting. He could walk and he enjoyed the playroom, where he could play with the toys at his leisure. Tuck often sat and watched him. Occasionally he’d roll a ball to him and Brady would roll it back. Slowly Tuck was gaining his trust.

Beau called and said he’d filed the papers. Now they waited for a hearing date. Opal told him that they had another applicant file for custody. She didn’t offer a name and he didn’t press her. He would have to take his chances in court.

Beau called at the end of the week and wanted to meet. Tuck didn’t understand why they couldn’t talk on the phone, but he agreed to meet him at a local restaurant. Sliding into the booth, he noticed Beau’s worried expression.

“What’s wrong?”

“I wanted to tell you in person. A couple has filed a petition for temporary custody pending adoption of Brady.”

A waitress arrived and they ordered coffee.

“Opal mentioned that, but she didn’t give a name.”

“Lisa and Keith Templeton,” Beau said.

The waitress brought coffee. “Thank you,” Tuck said to the waitress as she left.

“With a couple in the picture, it makes our case that much harder to win. They both have spotless backgrounds, good jobs and are respected members of the community. They don’t have other children and the woman plans to quit her job to stay at home with Brady.”

Tuck’s stomach clenched. “It sounds too good to be true.”

Beau took a sip of his coffee. “Mmm. The Templeton’s want Brady badly and they’ve hired a very good attorney to make that happen.”

“Who is it?” Tuck asked.

“Have you talked to Eli or Caroline lately?”

“No. I’ve been spending all my free time at the hospital and with the boys I mentor. Why? Do they know this attorney?”

Beau shifted nervously. “Yes. The Templeton’s attorney is Grace Whitten.”

CHAPTER FOUR

“NINA!”

Grace’s door flew open and Nina rushed in. “What? Did you see another spider?”

Grace sighed heavily. “No.” A grown woman and she was still frightened of spiders. But that was so far at the back of her mind that it didn’t even register. She held up the document in her hand. “When did this arrive?”

“Uh…about an hour ago when you were in a meeting with Mr. Coffey.” Nina frowned. “Is something wrong?”

“No.” Grace sank into her chair. “Thank you. I’m sorry I yelled.”

“Sure.” Nina hesitated for a moment then walked out.

Grace stared down at the document. Everything was wrong. Jeremiah Tucker had filed for temporary custody pending adoption of a minor child, Brady Harper. How could this be?

She grabbed the phone and called Caroline. She answered immediately.

“Caroline, did you know that Jeremiah filed for custody of a little boy named Brady Harper?”

“Well, hello, Grace.”

“I’m sorry. I’m a bit stressed at the moment.”

“You’re always stressed,” her sister replied rather bluntly. “But you should see Jesse. He’d destress you quickly. He’s chewing on the phone cord and he’s absolutely the cutest baby in the whole world. Oh, now he’s looking at me with those big blue eyes, just like Eli’s.”

“Caroline, please. I need to talk about this.”

“Okay. Okay. Give me a minute to put Jesse in his Pack ’n Play.”

Grace drummed her fingers on her spotless silver-and-glass desk. The phone was to her right with a pad and pen beside it, Jeremiah’s petition lay in front of her and to her left sat a crystal Whitten paperweight her father had given her when she’d graduated at the top of her class. Suddenly it all seemed so sterile, so unemotional. Was that how people saw her?