I Adopted a Homeless Woman’s 4-Year-Old Son – 14 Years Later, My Husband Revealed What the Boy Was ‘Hiding’

“Yeah.” Caleb looked at me, frowning. “He’s very low-maintenance.”

I shrugged. “That’s Noah.”

Caleb didn’t say anything else about it until last night.

When I got home from work, Caleb sat me down at the kitchen table.

I was stunned when he slid a folder across the table.

I flipped it open and scanned the pages inside.

“What on earth is this?”

I flipped through it slowly.

There were emails from teachers recommending Noah for pre-college programs I never knew existed.

There were notes from the school counselor offering support, and a permission slip for a school trip to Washington, D.C. Unsigned.

Most heartbreaking of all were the notes Noah had made in the margins.

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