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After Adopting a 3-Year-Old Following a Fatal Crash, I Learned 13 Years Later That She Had Been Hiding Something

Thirteen years ago, my life changed in an instant. A single night, one terrible accident, and everything I knew to be stable and familiar crumbled around a little girl named Avery.

She was three years old when she arrived at the emergency room where I worked, wide-eyed and trembling, her entire world shattered.

I was twenty-six, just six months out of medical school, still learning the delicate art of holding composure…

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