I thought adopting my first love’s nine daughters was the greatest decision of my life.
For twenty years, I worked, sacrificed, and loved them as if they had always been mine.
Then one evening, they handed me a letter their mother had written before she died.
Charlotte revealed she had loved me until the very end—and that she’d been carrying my child after we were separated in high school.
She never had the chance to tell me.
As I finished reading, I looked at my eldest daughter, Mia, and finally understood.
She wasn’t only the daughter I’d chosen…
She was the daughter I’d lost before I even knew she existed.
I pulled all nine girls into my arms.
The letter changed the truth about my past—but it never changed who my family had always been.
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