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I thought I knew everything about the little girl I raised as my own. But on the night of her wedding, a stranger stepped out of the crowd with a secret that could’ve shattered everything I believed.
My name is Caleb. I’m 55. Over thirty years ago, I lost my wife and six-year-old daughter in a car crash. One phone call ended my world. After that, I didn’t really live—I just existed. Frozen dinners. Empty rooms. Emma’s drawings fading on the fridge.
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