“No, that’s my son — and he’s actually the reason I’m on this flight,” Stella said.
“You’re going to visit him?”
“No, this is the only way I can be near him,” she answered. “Remember when I mentioned my financial struggles? When I was in my 30s, I became pregnant. My boyfriend left, and I had no one to support me. My mother had already passed away from dementia. I loved my baby, but I couldn’t give him a proper life, so I placed him for adoption.”
“Did you find each other later?” Franklin asked.
“I tried. I found him through a DNA website. A neighbor’s child helped me send him an email. His name is Josh. He replied once, saying he was fine and didn’t need me. I sent several more emails asking for forgiveness, but he never responded again.”
