For years, I believed that my husband’s dream of adoption would finally make us whole. Yet as a hidden truth unraveled our new family, I was forced to choose: cling to betrayal or fight for the love, and the life, I thought I’d lost.
My name is Hanna Foster, and for years I believed my husband’s dream of adoption would finally make us whole. But when a hidden truth unraveled the life we had just begun, I had to choose: hold onto the betrayal or fight for the love—and the future—I thought I’d lost.
My husband spent a decade helping me accept a life without children.
Then, almost overnight, he became consumed with the idea of building a family, and I didn’t understand why until it was nearly too late.
I buried myself in work, he took up fishing, and we learned how to exist in our too-quiet house without naming what was missing.
The first time I noticed the shift, we were walking past a playground near our house when Joshua suddenly stopped.
