I Met My Son’s Bride for the First Time at Their Wedding – Then I Saw Her Cheek, and My Blood Ran Cold

People started murmuring again.

Chairs creaked. Someone dropped a program onto the floor.

Derek took a step back, too, panic etched into every line of his face!

“No,” I said quickly. “No, you’re not siblings.”

They both turned to me, desperate for answers.

I drew a deep breath, willing myself to explain without falling apart.

“After Sophie went missing, I broke.

I couldn’t function. The police stopped searching. My marriage ended.

I was alone for years. Then, one day, I went to volunteer at a local orphanage, thinking I could do some good. That’s when I met Derek.”

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