Robert Carter stared at the old photograph in his trembling hands. A young woman stood outside a farmhouse, holding a newborn baby wrapped in a white blanket. On the back, in his late wife’s handwriting, were four words. “Our daughter. Please forgive me.” For a moment, the seventy-eight-year-old man couldn’t speak. His sixteen-year-old granddaughter Emily stood beside him. “Grandpa, what…










