I Adopted a Silent Little Boy After Losing My Children – on My Wedding Day, He Spoke for the First Time, Revealing a Shocking Truth

Then, complications. Followed by infertility.

My husband left six months later.

Said he wanted a family.

A real one.

I spiraled for a while. Therapy. Support groups.

The “be gentle with yourself” routine that felt impossible.

And then I met Noah.

He was five when I first saw him.

He had big brown eyes, a small scar on his chin, and a stillness that didn’t feel like anxiety.

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