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 kept reading. Rachel admitted she’d hoped there would be time. That circumstances would soften the truth. That maybe the decision could be revisited.

But nowhere did she promise to undo the adoption.

“You signed papers,” I said quietly. “You knew what adoption meant.”

“I thought I’d get another chance,” the woman said, tears spilling now. “She has my blood.”

“She has my name,” I replied. “She has siblings who love her. A room full of toys. A life.”

“She’s mine.”

“She’s a child,” I said. “Not something to reclaim.”

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