A close family member had a child adopted back in the 1960s. Her oldest child had a vague recollection of this child being born.
All went well until the 1980s. She’d never said a word, and all kept quiet. I suppose back then it was “you can have a new start, and it’s the best thing for the baby.” She could have had no idea that laws would change and give the child the right to seek her out, which he did, and that a family member would tell her oldest child, “of course, there was another one after you.”
She had a call from an intermediary agency, the call came while she was at home with her second husband. Somehow she lied her way out of it. And then with the advent of social media, her other children came to know of the existence of another sibling. A few of us scrambling around to stop this child, now grown, from contacting her - she didn’t want to know. To the best of my knowledge, her husband went to his grave not knowing about this, and quite a few other things too - she basically lied her way through life.