The words were written in perfect script, the first pages done with what was probably one of Daddy's quill fountain pens. Each page contained one of the names I had seen on the backs of the photographs. Under the names were dates and addresses. There was a physical description of each as well, hair and eye color, length and weight, and any particular birthmarks.
I had a birthmark just under my left breast. It wasn't quite round and looked more like an unfinished circle. Still turning the pages delicately, I found the page with my name on it and quickly went to the birthmark. It was mine; this was my page. I looked at the address: Lost Angels, An Infant Sanctuary, 8 Dunning Road, Heartsport, Oregon.
