My wife and I thought the hardest part of the adoption was behind us — the paperwork, the waiting, the heartbreak. But just weeks after bringing our daughter home, a single email threatened to tear it all apart.My name is Eric. I’m 36. This is the story of how I nearly lost the only thing my wife and I had ever truly wanted, just weeks after we got her.My wife, Megan, had dreamed of being a mom since the day I met her in our sophomore year of college.I recall walking past her dorm room one day and seeing a baby-name book next to her laptop.

“I like to be prepared,” she said. Megan said that with that half-smile she always gave when she was trying to look tough but couldn’t hide her heart.She began talking about baby names in college. She saved nursery photos on her phone, and later kept baby clothes in a bin under our bed for years.Megan watched every friend’s child as if they were miracles. Whenever someone we knew announced a pregnancy, she would smile and send a gift, then go quiet for the rest of the night.I’d find her in the bathroom later, wiping her eyes and pretending she had allergies.