I Donated My Kidney to Save My Best Friend-Then She Stole My Fiancé. 18 Years Later, Her Daughter Came Looking for Me

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Claire was the first person I called.

She screamed with excitement through the phone.

“I’m going to help you plan the wedding,” she said. “Best friend privilege.”

And she did.

She helped pick my dress.

She came to cake tastings.

She spent hours talking with Daniel when I was busy with work.

At the time, I thought it was sweet.

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