The boy in the picture looked about seventeen. He had dark hair, brown eyes, and the exact same smile as Mark.
Even the slight way he tilted his head looked like my husband.
Try Marriage CounselingMark stared at the photograph for a long time before opening the letter.
As he read it, his eyes filled with tears.
“What does it say?”
He didn’t answer.
I took the letter.
Tyler had written that he had recently learned the details of his adoption. For years, he had been told that his biological father hadn’t wanted him. But after finding Mark’s name in some old documents, he had started searching for him.t the end, he had written only one question.
Did you really not want me?
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Mark sat down.
His shoulders began to shake.
“He’s spent his whole life thinking I didn’t want him.”
