My Adoptive Son Was Husband and Best Friend’s Bastard

Summary

After my son was abducted, my husband took me to an adoption center to bring home a baby boy born the same year as the child we'd lost.

I poured every ounce of love I had into raising him.

He had a sensitive stomach, so I pushed through my chronic back pain to cook him special meals every single day.

When he spiked a fever in the middle of the night, I carried him twenty miles through the rain to the nearest hospital.

When he couldn't focus in school, I was constantly at his classroom door, flattering his teachers and bringing them gifts, just to get them to pay a little extra attention…