“I remember hiding in a stranger’s garage after running away, my mom and the police looking everywhere for me. Using a borrowed phone, I called the Pates and begged, ‘I can’t go home. Will you help me?’ Afraid of my mother, I had nowhere else to go. The next day, she delivered my things to their driveway and left me there. At 32, I was adopted by the Pates, complete with a new birth certificate and a new beginning.”
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