I Found a Terrified Little Girl While Making a Delivery and Adopted Her – 16 Years Later She Said, ‘I Never Want to See You Again’

By the time she turned twenty-two, she was in community college, working part-time, living at home to save money.

I thought we’d escaped the hardest stuff.

Then last week happened.

I was at the kitchen table sorting invoices when she walked in.

No headphones.

No backpack drop. No “Hey, what’s for dinner?”

She kept her coat on, hands jammed in the pockets, shoulders up around her ears.

“I’m leaving,” she said.

I laughed, confused. “Okay?

Where? Work?”

“No,” she said, voice flat. “I’m leaving this house.

I can’t see you anymore.”

My heart did this weird stutter, like it skipped a beat and forgot how to restart.

“Rosie,” I said slowly. “What are you talking about?”

She swallowed, jaw clenched so tight I could see the muscles jump.

“My dad found me,” she said. “And he told me the truth.”

For a second I genuinely thought I’d misheard her.

“Your dad?” I repeated.

“Rosie, your father never—”

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