We Adopted a Silent Boy — His First Words a Year Later Shattered Everything: “My Parents Are Alive”

When we adopted Bobby, a silent five-year-old boy, we thought time and love would heal his pain. But on his sixth birthday, he shattered our lives with five words: “My parents are alive.” What happened next revealed truths we never saw coming.

I always thought becoming a mother would be natural and effortless. But life had other plans.

When Bobby spoke those words, it wasn’t just his first sentence. It was the beginning of a journey that would test our love, our patience, and everything we believed about family.

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I used to think life was perfect. I had a loving husband, a cozy home, and a steady job that let me pursue my hobbies.

But something was missing. Something I felt in every quiet moment and every glance at the empty second bedroom.

I wanted a child.

When Jacob and I decided to start trying, I was so hopeful. I pictured late-night feedings, messy art projects, and watching our little one grow.

But months turned into years, and that picture never came to life.

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A sad woman | Source: Pexels

We tried everything from fertility treatments to visiting the best specialists in town. Each time, we were met with the same answer: “I’m sorry.”

The day it all came crashing down is etched in my mind.

We’d just left yet another fertility clinic. The doctor’s words echoed in my head.

“There’s nothing more we can do,” he’d said. “Adoption might be your best option.”

I held it together until we got home. As soon as I walked into our living room, I collapsed on the sofa, sobbing uncontrollably.

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A woman crying on the sofa | Source: Pexels

Jacob followed me.

“Alicia, what happened?” he asked. “Talk to me, please.”

I shook my head, barely able to get the words out. “I just… I don’t understand. Why is this happening to us? All I’ve ever wanted is to be a mom, and now it’s never going to happen.”

“It’s not fair. I know,” he said as he sat beside me and pulled me close. “But maybe there’s another way. Maybe we don’t have to stop here.”

“You mean adoption?” My voice cracked as I looked at him. “Do you really think it’s the same? I don’t even know if I can love a child that isn’t mine.”

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A serious woman | Source: Midjourney

Jacob’s hands framed my face, and his eyes locked on mine.

“Alicia, you have more love in you than anyone I know. Biology doesn’t define a parent. Love does. And you… you’re a mom in every way that matters.”

His words lingered in my mind over the next few days. I replayed our conversation every time doubt crept in.

Could I really do this? Could I be the mother a child deserved, even if they weren’t biologically mine?

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A woman sitting in her house | Source: Pexels

Finally, one morning, as I watched Jacob sipping his coffee at the kitchen table, I made my decision.

“I’m ready,” I said quietly.

He looked up, his eyes filled with hope. “For what?”

“For adoption,” I announced.

“What?” Jacob’s face lit up. “You have no idea how happy I am to hear that.”

“Wait,” I said, raising a brow. “You’ve already been thinking about this, haven’t you?”

He laughed.

“Maybe a little,” he confessed. “I’ve been researching foster homes nearby. There’s one not too far. We could visit this weekend if you’re ready.”

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A man smiling | Source: Midjourney

“Let’s do this,” I nodded. “Let’s visit the foster home this weekend.”

The weekend arrived faster than I expected. As we drove to the foster home, I stared out the window, trying to calm my nerves.

“What if they don’t like us?” I whispered.

“They’ll love us,” Jacob said, squeezing my hand. “And if they don’t, we’ll figure it out. Together.”

When we arrived, a kind woman named Mrs. Jones greeted us at the door. She led us inside while telling us about the place.

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A woman standing near a door | Source: Midjourney

“We have some wonderful children I’d love for you to meet,” she said, guiding us to a playroom filled with laughter and chatter.

As my eyes scanned the room, they stopped on a little boy sitting in the corner. He wasn’t playing like the others. He was watching.

His big eyes were so full of thought, and they seemed to see right through me.

“Hi there,” I said, crouching down beside him. “What’s your name?”

He stared at me, silent.

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A little boy | Source: Midjourney

That’s when my gaze shifted from him to Mrs. Jones.

“Is he, uh, does he not talk?” I asked.

“Oh, Bobby talks,” she chuckled. “He’s just shy. Give him time, and he’ll come around.”

I turned back to Bobby, my heart aching for this quiet little boy.

“It’s nice to meet you, Bobby,” I said, even though he didn’t respond.

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A woman smiling | Source: Midjourney

Later, in her office, Mrs. Jones told us his story.

Bobby had been abandoned as a baby and left near another foster home with a note that read, His parents are dead, and I’m not ready to care for the boy.

“He’s been through more than most adults ever will,” she said. “But he’s a sweet, smart boy. He just needs someone to believe in him. Someone to care for him. And love him.”

At that point, I didn’t need more convincing. I was ready to welcome him into our lives.

“We want him,” I said, looking at Jacob.

He nodded. “Absolutely.”

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A man smiling | Source: Midjourney

As we signed the paperwork and prepared to bring Bobby home, I felt something I hadn’t felt in years. Hope.

I didn’t know what challenges lay ahead, but I knew one thing for certain. We were ready to love this little boy with everything we had.

And that was only the beginning.

When we brought Bobby home, our lives changed in ways we never could have imagined.

From the moment he walked into our house, we wanted him to feel safe and loved. We decorated his room with bright colors, shelves full of books, and his favorite dinosaurs.

But Bobby remained silent.

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A boy standing in a hallway | Source: Midjourney

He observed everything with those big, thoughtful eyes like he was trying to figure out if this was real or just temporary. Jacob and I poured every ounce of love we had into him, hoping he’d open up.

“Do you want to help me bake cookies, Bobby?” I’d ask, crouching down to his level.

He’d nod, his tiny fingers grabbing the cookie cutters, but he never said a word.

One day, Jacob took him to soccer practice and cheered on from the sidelines.

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A soccer ball on a field | Source: Pexels

“Great kick, buddy! You’ve got this!” he shouted.

But Bobby? He just smiled faintly and stayed quiet.

At night, I read him bedtime stories.

“Once upon a time,” I’d begin, peeking over the book to see if he was paying attention.

He always was, but he never spoke.

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A little boy smiling | Source: Midjourney

Months passed like this. We didn’t push him because we knew he needed time.

Then his sixth birthday approached, and Jacob and I decided to throw him a small party. Just the three of us and a cake with little dinosaurs on top.

The look on his face when he saw the cake was worth every bit of effort.

“Do you like it, Bobby?” Jacob asked.

Bobby nodded and smiled at us.

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A little boy smiling | Source: Midjourney

As we lit the candles and sang “Happy Birthday,” I noticed Bobby staring at us intently. When the song ended, he blew out the candles, and for the first time, he spoke.

“My parents are alive,” he said softly.

Jacob and I exchanged shocked glances, unsure if we’d heard him correctly.

“What did you say, sweetheart?” I asked, kneeling beside him.

He looked up at me and repeated the same words.

“My parents are alive.”

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A close-up shot of a boy’s mouth as he speaks | Source: Pexels

I couldn’t believe my ears.

How could he know that? Was he remembering something? Had someone told him?

My mind raced, but Bobby said nothing more that night.

Later, as I tucked him into bed, he clutched his new stuffed dinosaur and whispered, “At the foster place, the grownups said my real mommy and daddy didn’t want me. They’re not dead. They just gave me away.”

His words broke my heart and made me curious about the foster home. Were his parents really alive? Why didn’t Mrs. Jones tell us this?

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A woman standing in her house | Source: Midjourney

The next day, Jacob and I returned to the foster home to confront Mrs. Jones. We needed answers.

When we told her what Bobby had said, she looked uncomfortable.

“I… I didn’t want you to find out this way,” she admitted, wringing her hands. “But the boy is right. His parents are alive. They’re wealthy and, uh, they didn’t want a child with health issues. They paid my boss to keep it quiet. I didn’t agree with it, but it wasn’t my call.”

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A woman talking to another woman | Source: Midjourney

“What health issues?” I asked.

“He wasn’t well when they abandoned him, but his illness was temporary,” she explained. “He’s all good now.”

“And the story about that note? Was it all made up?”

“Yes,” she confessed. “We made that story up because our boss said so. I’m sorry for that.”

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A woman talking in her office | Source: Midjourney

Her words felt like a betrayal. How could someone abandon their own child? And for what? Because he wasn’t perfect in their eyes?

When we got home, we explained everything to Bobby in the simplest way we could. But he was adamant.

“I wanna see them,” he said, clutching his stuffed dinosaur tightly.

Despite our reservations, we knew we had to honor his request. So, we asked Mrs. Jones for his parents’ address and contact details.

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A woman using her phone | Source: Pexels

At first, she didn’t allow us to contact them. But when we told her about Bobby’s situation and how he was so desperate to see them, she was compelled to change her decision.

Soon, we drove Bobby to his parents’ place. We had no idea how he’d react, but we were sure this would help him heal.

When we reached the towering gates of the mansion, Bobby’s eyes lit up in a way we’d never seen before.

As we parked our car and walked toward it, he clung to my hand and his fingers tightly gripped mine as if he’d never let go.

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A child holding his mother’s hand | Source: Pexels

Jacob knocked on the door, and a few moments later, a well-dressed couple appeared. Their polished smiles faltered the second they saw Bobby.

“Can we help you?” the woman asked in a shaky voice.

“This is Bobby,” Jacob said. “Your son.”

They looked at Bobby with wide eyes.

“Are you my mommy and daddy?” the little boy asked.

The couple looked at each other and it seemed like they wanted to disappear. They were embarrassed and started explaining why they gave their child up.

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A woman standing outside her house | Source: Midjourney

“We thought,” the man began. “We thought we were doing the right thing. We couldn’t handle a sick child. We believed someone else could give him a better life.”

I felt my anger rising, but before I could say anything, Bobby stepped forward.

“Why didn’t you keep me?” he asked, looking straight into his birth parents’ eyes.

“We, uh, we didn’t know how to help you,” the woman said in a shaky voice.

Bobby frowned. “I think you didn’t even try…”

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A boy standing outdoors | Source: Midjourney

Then, he turned to me.

“Mommy,” he began. “I don’t want to go with the people who left me. I don’t like them. I want to be with you and Daddy.”

Tears filled my eyes as I knelt beside him.

“You don’t have to go with them,” I whispered. “We’re your family now, Bobby. We’re never letting you go.”

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A woman looking straight ahead | Source: Midjourney

Jacob placed a protective hand on Bobby’s shoulder.

“Yes, we’re never letting you go,” he said.

The couple said nothing except awkwardly shifting from one foot to the other. Their body language told me they were ashamed, but not one word of apology escaped their lips.

As we left that mansion, I felt an overwhelming sense of peace. That day, Bobby had chosen us, just as we had chosen him.

His actions made me realize we weren’t just his adoptive parents. We were his real family.

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A boy smiling while holding his teddy bear | Source: Midjourney

Bobby flourished after that day, his smile growing brighter and his laughter filling our home. He began to trust us completely, sharing his thoughts, his dreams, and even his fears.

Watching him thrive, Jacob and I felt our family was finally complete. We loved it when Bobby called us “Mommy” and “Daddy” with pride.

And every time he did, it reminded me that love, not biology, is what makes a family.

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I Saw a Little Girl Crying Alone in the Park and Decided to Help Her, Unaware That Our Meeting Would Change My Life — Story of the Day

I saw a little girl crying alone in the park and couldn’t walk away. She was lost, scared, and needed help. I had no idea that one small act of kindness would lead me into a world of wealth, suspicion, and unexpected bonds. What started as a simple rescue soon changed my life forever.

I trudged along the park path, my feet dragging against the gravel. The rejection still rang in my ears, the interviewer’s forced smile, the polite but final “We’ll be in touch.”

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I knew what that meant. I had no savings left, no backup plan. Rent was due in three days, and I had nothing. A lump formed in my throat.

Breathe, Claire, just breathe.

Then, through the quiet rustling of leaves, I heard it—a soft, hiccuping sob. I stopped, scanning the area.

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My eyes landed on a small figure perched on a thick tree branch, her legs dangling.

A little girl, no older than six, clung to the trunk, her cheeks streaked with tears.

I stepped closer, keeping my voice soft. “Hey there, are you okay?”

The little girl sniffled and shook her head. “No. I’m stuck. I can’t get down.”

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She clung to the rough bark, her small hands gripping the tree. I glanced around. No one else was nearby.

“Don’t worry. I’ll help you,” I said.

I reached for the lowest branch, hoisting myself up. The bark scratched my palms, but I climbed higher. The girl watched me, her eyes wide.

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“Hold onto me,” I told her.

She wrapped her arms around my neck. I carefully lifted her, holding her close as I climbed down. My feet hit the ground. I set her down gently and wiped a tear from her cheek.

“There. You’re safe now,” I said.

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She sniffled, wiping her nose on her sleeve. “Thank you.”

“What’s your name?” I asked. “Where’s your mom?”

“Zoe,” she said. “I don’t have a mom.”

I hesitated. “I’m Claire. Where’s your dad?”

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“He’s at work,” she said.

“Who were you here with?” I asked.

“My nanny,” Zoe said. “But I don’t know where she is.”

I frowned. “Do you want to look for her?”

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“No. I just want to go home,” Zoe said.

I sighed. Leaving a lost child alone wasn’t an option. “Alright, let’s go,” I said.

Zoe grabbed my hand and started walking. “My dad is going to be really mad at Mila. He worries about me all the time.”

“Mila is…?” I asked.

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“My nanny. She teaches me French and German,” Zoe said.

“Do you like that?”

She scrunched her nose. “No. She only cares about her fiancé. She flirts with him all the time.”

I laughed. “Who told you that?”

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“Marta. She’s our housekeeper. Mila is her daughter.”

That told me one thing—her dad had money.

“Do you have a husband?” Zoe asked.

“Not yet,” I said.

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“We’re here!” she shouted.

I looked up and nearly gasped. A massive mansion stood before us.

Zoe ran to the gate and started climbing. “Boost me up!”

I hesitated but lifted her. She landed on the other side, unlocked the gate, and pulled me toward the house.

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The moment we stepped inside, voices echoed through the grand hall.

“How could you lose my daughter?!” a man’s deep voice boomed.

“I—I don’t know,” a woman stammered. “She just disappeared.”

“You were supposed to stay at the park and wait for me! Not leave her alone and come back here!” The man’s voice grew sharper.

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“I panicked,” the woman said. Her tone was weak, almost pleading.

“You’re fired the moment Zoe is found. Pray nothing happened to her, or I’ll take you to court,” the man threatened.

“Simon, don’t be so harsh,” an older woman interjected. “Mila made a mistake.”

Zoe’s grip on my hand tightened. She took a deep breath, then let go and ran toward the voice. I followed and stopped at the doorway.

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“Daddy!” Zoe cried.

A tall man with sharp features knelt down and pulled her into his arms. His face softened as he hugged her tightly. His expensive suit wrinkled as he held her close.

The younger woman, standing a few steps away, looked pale. She had the same eyes as the older woman beside her. Mila and Marta, I realized.

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Simon’s relief was brief. His sharp gaze turned to me. His whole body tensed. “Who are you? What were you doing with my daughter?” His voice was hard, demanding.

I raised my hands slightly. “I just brought her home. I was leaving.” I turned toward the door.

“Wait,” Simon called just as I stepped outside. I stopped, my hand hovering over the gate, then slowly turned back to face him.

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“Zoe told me what happened. You helped her down from a tree, then walked her home. I’m sorry for how I reacted. I was scared.”

“It’s fine. I understand,” I said.

“Thank you for bringing her back. How can I repay you? Do you need money?”

I hesitated. “No, I don’t need money… but do you have a job opening?”

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Simon studied me. “Well, there’s a vacant nanny position now. Zoe seems to like you.”

“Really? I’d be grateful.”

“Come inside. Let’s discuss it,” Simon said.

And that’s how I became Zoe’s nanny. She was a wonderful child—bright, curious, and full of energy.

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Every day, she greeted me with a smile and a new story to tell. We played, read books, and made up silly songs.

She asked endless questions about the world, and I answered as best as I could.

When I looked at her, I saw a younger version of myself—hopeful, eager, but a little lost. At times, it felt like she was the daughter I never had.

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Simon and I rarely spoke. In the mornings, he would nod before leaving for work.

In the evenings, he would check on Zoe and retreat to his office. Even so, I could see how much he loved her.

His face softened when she hugged him. His voice was gentle when he tucked her in at night.

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Marta, however, made her disapproval clear. She barely spoke to me, but her cold stares said enough—she believed I had taken Mila’s job.

One evening, Simon texted, asking me to stay late. After tucking Zoe into bed, I went downstairs and found him in the kitchen, his shoulders slumped.

His tie was loosened, his hair slightly messy. His hands gripped a coffee mug.

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“Zoe’s asleep,” I said, stepping into the kitchen.

Simon looked up, his eyes tired. It seemed like he had forgotten I was still there. “Thanks,” he muttered. “Sorry you had to stay late. I’ll pay you extra.”

“It’s fine,” I said. “I love spending time with her. If I didn’t need a job, I’d do it for free.”

Simon gave a small smile. “She likes you too. She asked me if you could be her mom.”

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I blinked. “Oh… that’s surprising.” I studied him for a moment. “Can I ask what happened to her mother?”

Simon’s face darkened. “She passed away during childbirth.” His voice was quiet. “Zoe is all I have left.”

“I’m so sorry,” I said. I didn’t know what else to say.

Simon nodded, looking down at his coffee mug. Then, after a pause, he looked back at me. “I like you too,” he said.

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I froze. “Oh… I—”

“As a person,” he clarified. “You bring light into this house.”

I exhaled. “Thank you. That means a lot.”

We talked for a while. Mostly about Zoe, her favorite books, the silly jokes she told at dinner.

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But the next morning, that feeling was gone. When I arrived at work, Simon stood by the gate. His expression was cold.

My stomach tightened. “What’s wrong?”

“You’re fired,” he said.

I stared. “What? Why?”

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He folded his arms. “I know you stole the jewelry. If you needed money, you could have asked.”

“I didn’t take anything! I swear!” My voice shook.

“Claire, please. It wasn’t just jewelry—it was my wife’s.”

“I have never stolen anything in my life!” Tears burned my eyes.

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“Return it in two days, and I won’t press charges. If not, I’ll call the police.”

“But I didn’t take anything!” I cried.

Simon turned away, shutting the gate behind him.

I stood frozen, my chest tight, my hands trembling. Tears blurred my vision as I gasped for breath.

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My whole world had just crumbled. Simon thought I was a thief. He didn’t believe me. He had shut the gate without a second thought.

I wiped my face with the sleeve of my jacket and glanced up. Zoe stood at the window, her small hands pressed against the glass.

Her eyes were red and swollen, tears streaming down her cheeks. My heart ached.

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I forced a weak smile and waved. She lifted her hand slowly, then pressed her fingers to the glass. I turned and walked away, my legs heavy.

At home, I tore through my tiny apartment, checking drawers, cabinets, and bags. Nothing.

No hidden jewelry. No proof of my innocence. Exhausted, I curled up in my chair and cried myself to sleep.

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A sharp knock startled me awake. I rubbed my swollen eyes and shuffled to the door.

When I opened it, I froze. Zoe and Simon stood outside. He held a large bouquet of flowers.

Zoe nudged Simon’s side. “Say it,” she whispered, looking up at him expectantly.

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Simon let out a slow breath, his grip tightening on the bouquet. “I’m sorry for yesterday,” he said. His voice was quieter than I’d ever heard it. “I shouldn’t have accused you without proof.”

My throat tightened. “I swear, I didn’t take anything,” I said. My voice shook, but I held his gaze.

He nodded. “I know. Marta framed you,” he admitted. “Zoe didn’t believe it, so she searched Marta’s things and found the jewelry. Marta wanted you gone so Mila could have her job back.”

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I let out a breath. “I see. That must have been hard for you to deal with.”

Simon shook his head. “No, I should have listened to you. I should have trusted you.” He held out the bouquet. “I’m sorry for yelling. For everything.”

I hesitated, then took the flowers. “Thank you.”

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Zoe tugged on Simon’s sleeve. “Tell her she’s my nanny again,” she insisted.

Simon met my eyes. “If you still want the job,” he said.

“Of course, I do,” I said without hesitation.

Before I could react, Simon pulled me into a hug. Warmth spread through me. Then Zoe joined in, her small arms wrapping around both of us. I smiled, holding them close.

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