I thought adopting my best friend’s four children would be the hardest thing I’d ever do.
I was wrong.
The hardest thing was the day a stranger knocked on my door years later…
looked me in the eye like she’d been practicing it…
and said, “Your friend wasn’t who she claimed to be.”
Then she handed me an envelope.
And the moment I saw the handwriting, my stomach dropped.
Because it was Rachel’s.
My late best friend.
The woman I thought I knew better than anyone.
And apparently… the woman who had been hiding something big enough to come back from the grave and threaten the family we built without her.
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