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I Took In My Closest Friend’s Child as My Own and Twelve Years Later, One Hidden Truth Tested Everything We Built

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My chest tightened.

Inside the notebook was a folded letter.

Written slowly.

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Deliberately.

He explained that he had found old belongings.

That there was a name.

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That he searched and discovered the truth.

But most of all, he wrote that he never wanted to hurt me.

That I chose him.

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