I Raised My Best Friend’s Son As My Own—On His 18th Birthday, He Handed Me A Letter And Whispered, “I’m Sorry I Waited So Long To Tell You… I Had No Choice”

destroyed me.

I know you loved me. I need you to know I loved you too.

Jimmy moved closer immediately like he thought I might collapse.

Honestly, he wasn’t wrong.

“She said more,” he whispered.

I looked up slowly.

“What did she write to you?”

Instead of answering, Jimmy handed me another stack of papers.

Adult adoption forms.

Already filled out.

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