Welcome back this week's Blue Thounds. I'm so excited to be back with you again this week. I will say Maggie and I had planned on recording this episode together, but well, life happened and we weren't able to get together. Never fear, though. I have a great case for you this week, and Maggie and I will be back together

next week to record again. I do appreciate, I say this a lot, you bearing with us through all

of this. I know it's not ideal. Trust me, I'd much rather be recording this with my friend

instead of sitting here alone in my classroom.

But it seems that's the way with a lot of plans in 2020. And we just adapt and keep our

chins up, that it will all get better soon, and that we'll be stronger by going through this.

Until everything can return to normal for you, sleuth hounds, take care of yourselves.

Enjoy the small celebrations. Know that things may look different than they did before,

but please don't lose faith. Continue to love one another and to know that with each other,

we will get through this. Stay together and stay safe. Now, on to this week's

episode. The first time I took my daughter to daycare, when I had to go back to work after I gave

birth, I was terrified. I wasn't scared that they wouldn't take good care of her.

I knew that they would.

I was terrified that when I came to pick her up, I wouldn't recognize her.

And I know that seems completely irrational, but that was the fear that consumed me.

In our case today, that fear was a reality for not just one, but two separate mothers.

Neither could positively confirm that the boy who could be her son was indeed her son.

The twist, the boy each woman was looking at,

was the same one for both women.

Whose son was he?

Who was he?

It was a case that went unsolved for nearly 100 years, from 1912 to 2004.

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