Looking for Oliver: A Mother's Search for the Son She Gave Up for Adoption

Looking for Oliver: A Mother's Search for the Son She Gave Up for Adoption

Looking for Oliver: A Mother's Search for the Son She Gave Up for Adoption

Looking for Oliver: A Mother's Search for the Son She Gave Up for Adoption

Synopsis

While clearing through her mother's bedroom after her death, Emma comes across a thirty-year-old newspaper clipping that her mother had kept, announcing the arrival of a new baby boy. Realizing that the baby must be the son she gave up for adoption, Emma becomes transfixed by this link to her first-born. But she now has a husband and two teenage children, all of whom know nothing of her past...

Vividly recalling the stigma of her schoolgirl pregnancy and the pain of her separation from the baby, this absorbing and illuminating story follows Emma's search, years later, for Oliver, her adopted son.

Excerpt

“That’s okay,” said Emma. the words were clipped. She held the phone in one hand and twisted the wet potato peeler around in the other. “I’ll just have to go on my own. Anyway see you in a bit.” She placed the receiver down hard and clenched her teeth. At the other end, Michael held the dead line in his hands and shook his head despairingly. He wished he hadn’t called her. It was only to say he’d be late, but he’d been bombarded with the latest run down on his mother-in-law’s health and Emma’s need to visit her.

In a mixture of temper and tears, Emma carried on peeling the potatoes aggressively. There was no need for either, she knew, but somehow Michael’s capable and seemingly uncaring independence clashed with her highly strung character and added to her stress. She glanced up at the clock. Five o’clock. She was already craving a glass of wine.

“Hiya Mum!” Chloe breezed in bringing the cold October air in with her. She dumped her rucksack on the table and the resulting air movement caused a recent postcard from Simon to fall from the Welsh dresser onto the floor. Chloe picked it up, scanning her brother’s witty travelog once again before she put it back. Then she stooped down to rub a demanding dog’s ears, words tumbling as she did so. “Guess what? Mr Parker is dead pleased with my sociology piece on animals in the home. I reckon Stewart fancies me. Rob was saying he’s been asking all about me.”

Emma could hardly keep up with her seventeen-year-old daughter’s love life, but felt uplifted by Chloe’s sunny mood. She smiled at her warmly as she massaged a growing band of tension at the back of her head.

“What time’s Dad coming home?” Chloe asked.

Sam, their brindle boxer, began sniffing around the kitchen floor for dropped morsels.

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