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

He paused, looked up, and studied my face.

Then he rolled the car back again.

That was our first conversation.

I adopted him three months later.

Noah didn’t talk, but he communicated in a hundred other ways.

He would slide drawings under my coffee mug when I looked sad.

He would sit beside me on the couch, like a quiet anchor. He would tap my wrist twice when he wanted to hold hands.

It was our secret code.

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