My First Love Died on My 17th Birthday — Thirty Years Later, a Young Woman Who Looked Exactly Like Her Appeared at My Door

ended.

Silence settled over the yard.

Neither Ashley nor I spoke for several minutes.

Finally she whispered:

“Mom died in March.”

The words felt unreal.

“Cancer.”

She looked down.

“Ovarian cancer. It happened fast.”

I stared at the blank screen.

Alive for thirty years.

Gone for three months.

Found too late.

Ashley reached into her bag.

She placed a small wooden continue reading …