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

“That’s really your daughter?”

I nodded. “Yes. She was taken when she was two.”

“Oh my God,” the woman whispered, clutching her chest.

“And now she’s back? That’s… that’s a blessing.”

I smiled through tears. “It’s more than that.”

At the reception, the story traveled faster than champagne.

I saw heads turning, phones lighting up, even a few guests pulling out tissues as they watched Sophie and me whispering by the cake table.

“I can’t believe this,” Sophie kept saying. “My whole life, I thought I just… came from nowhere.”

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