I Mourned One of My Triplets for 18 Years—Then a Box Labeled “Happy Birthday, Brothers” Exposed a Secret No One Could Imagine

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I took the letter back and forced myself to continue.

“I didn’t believe that at first.

Then I found papers with your signatures. I don’t know if you gave me away or if someone made that choice for you. But I need the truth before I spend the rest of my life hating the wrong person.

I found your address in a locked folder my adoptive parents kept continue reading …