At 17, I Was Forced To Give Up My Baby — 21 Years Later, The New Neighbor Next Door Looked Exactly Like The Child I Lost

“That has never meant no reason.”

He said nothing.

There was an armchair by the window.

At five, I went next door.

Miles opened the door. “Come in. Ignore the mess.”

I stepped inside.

And froze.

There was an armchair by the window. Draped across it was a small knitted blanket.

Blue wool. Yellow birds.

My mouth went dry.

My blanket.

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