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

Her next words hit me harder than anything before.

She was afraid.

Afraid he might leave.

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Afraid someone might take him away.

She handed me a small notebook.

Worn.

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Soft at the edges.

Inside were drawings.

Pages filled over years.

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