My Daughter Was Only 6 When We Lost Her – 10 Years Later, I Saw a Girl on an Adoption Site Who Looked Exactly Like Her

Charles nodded. “The girl on the orphanage’s website is one of them. She came through our records. I can’t give you names, but I can tell you this… she came from that donor.”

I swallowed hard. “So you’re saying… there’s a man out there who has… what, dozens of children who all look the same?”

“Pretty much, yes,” Charles said.

“And my daughter…” My voice cracked. “She looked like that, too.”

Neither of them spoke.

“Some couldn’t cope.”

I stood up slowly. “Thank you.”

Jameson looked concerned. “Claire, are you okay?”

“No,” I said honestly. “But I needed to hear this.”

Charles shifted uncomfortably. “I’m sorry.”

I nodded once.

But as I walked out of that office, one thought repeated in my head, louder than everything else:

Red hair.

Freckles.

Blue eyes.

“I’m sorry.”

***

I don’t remember the drive.

One moment I was leaving the orphanage, and the next I was parked outside Mark’s office building.

I stared at the entrance through the car window.

“How did I even get here?”

But deep down, I knew.

Something inside me had already connected the dots.

And I was terrified of what I was about to confirm.

I don’t remember the drive.

The receptionist smiled when I walked in. “Claire! Hi!”

“Hi,” I said, forcing a smile. “Is Mark in?”

“He is. Want me to let him know you’re here?”

I shook my head quickly. “No, no. It’s a surprise.”

She grinned. “That’s sweet. Go on in.”

My legs felt heavy as I walked down the hallway.

When I reached his office door, I hesitated.

Then I pushed it open.

“It’s a surprise.”

Mark looked up from his desk and stared with wide eyes.

“Claire… what are you doing here?”

I closed the door behind me.

For a few seconds, I just looked at him.