I Adopted a Girl with Eyes Like My Late Husband’s – a Year Later, I Found a Photo in Her Bag That Made My Blood Run Cold

The following day, Diane and I drove to the cemetery together. We stood in front of Dylan’s headstone. Diane had never been there before.

“Is this weird?” she asked softly.

“A little. But it’s okay.”

I knelt down and touched the cold stone.

“Are you going to send me back?”

“Dylan, I’m still angry with you. For hiding this. For not trusting me. But you’re gone, and there’s no point being angry at a ghost.”

Diane knelt beside me. “I wish I’d known him better.”

“Me too, sweetie. But maybe he knew what he was doing. Maybe he knew we’d find each other, eventually.”

She leaned her head on my shoulder. We stayed there for a while. Then we stood up and walked back to the car, hand in hand. Maybe Dylan didn’t just give me a daughter. He gave her a second chance at love, too.

“Maybe he knew we’d find each other.”

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