I Adopted Four Siblings Who Were Going to Be Split Up – a Year Later, a Stranger Showed Up and Revealed the Truth About Their Biological Parents

The house buzzed with noise and energy.

One morning, after dropping them off at school and daycare, I returned home to start work.

Thirty minutes later, the doorbell rang. I wasn’t expecting anyone.

A woman in a dark suit stood outside, holding a leather briefcase. “Good morning. Are you Michael? And you’re the adoptive father of Owen, Tessa, Cole, and Ruby?”

“Yes,” I said. “Are they okay?”