From Orphanage to Altar—Then a Stranger Arrived With a Truth That Shook Our Marriage

From that day on, we were inseparable.

Noah was brilliant. He loved books, puzzles, and facts about the world beyond the orphanage walls. He made jokes when I felt like crying and listened when I needed to talk. I helped him with things that were physically hard, and he helped me survive emotionally.

Neither of us was ever adopted.

Year after year, families came and went, choosing other children. We pretended not to care. But at night, when the lights were off, we talked quietly about what we’d do if we ever had a place of our own.

Just us. No one leaving.

When we aged out of the system, we left together.

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