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.

 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.



I'm 43. I lost my husband, Dylan, two years ago. We wanted kids so badly. Tried for years. Doctors. Tests. Hope, then disappointment. Over and over.


Then one morning, he collapsed while tying his running shoes. Heart attack. He was gone.


At his funeral, standing in front of his casket, I promised him through my tears: I will adopt a child. The child we never got to have.


Three months later, I walked into an adoption agency.


I wasn't looking for a sign. I wasn't spiritual like that. 


Until I saw HER — a girl sitting alone in the corner of the playroom.


When she looked up at me, the air left my lungs.


She had Dylan's eyes. Literally. One hazel, one startlingly blue. The same rare HETEROCHROMIA that had always made his eyes unforgettable.


Her name was Diane. She was twelve.


I knew immediately. It felt like Dylan had reached back and placed her in front of me.


My MIL, Eleanor, lost her mind when she found out.


She showed up unannounced, screaming that I was "trying to replace her son," that I was "playing God," that adopting this girl was "sick."


She even threatened lawyers. She said she'd make sure I never passed a home study.


I ignored her.


I adopted Diane.


She filled my house with life again. Laughter. Noise. Teenage sarcasm.


Eleanor cut us off completely.


A year passed.


Then last Tuesday, while Diane was at a friend's house, I decided to wash her old backpack.


When I reached inside, I felt something stiff, taped into the lining.


I pulled it out.


It was a crumpled Polaroid.


My hands started shaking before my brain caught up.


Young Dylan was in the photo. Smiling that crooked smile I loved.


Next to him stood Eleanor.


And between them… was a baby.


A baby with the same eyes.


Attached to the photo was a folded note written in Eleanor's handwriting.


And the first line MADE MY STOMACH DROP:


"Diane, BURN THIS after you read it. ⬇️"

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