I Adopted My Late Best Friends 4 Children – Years Later, a Stranger Showed Up and Said, Your Friend Was Not Who She Said She Was

I once believed that adopting my late best friend’s four children would be the hardest thing I’d ever face. I was wrong. The real test came years later, when a stranger stood on my porch and told me that the woman I loved like a sister hadn’t been who she claimed to be.

Rachel and I didn’t have a beginning. We just… existed together. We were seated side by side in elementary school because our last names were close alphabetically. From there, everything else followed naturally. We grew up together, shared secrets, swapped clothes, survived bad haircuts and worse boyfriends. In college, we split rent we couldn’t afford and laughed through problems we pretended weren’t serious.

By the time adulthood arrived, we were still inseparable—just busier.

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