We Adopted A Girl No One Wanted Because Of A Birthmark—25 Years Later, A Letter Revealed The Truth About Her Past

Something inside me went completely still.

I glanced at Thomas. He was watching me, his expression unreadable—but I knew him well enough to see the question in his eyes.

That afternoon, we talked for hours. About our age. About whether it was selfish. About whether we were strong enough.

In the end, none of that mattered.

We couldn’t walk away.