My Daughter Was Only 6 When We Lost Her—10 Years Later, I Saw a Girl Who Looked Exactly Like Her

I don’t remember driving.

But somehow, I ended up outside Mark’s office.

I sat there, staring at the building.

And then it hit me.

Not all at once.

But enough.

Red hair.

Freckles.

Blue eyes.

My hands started shaking.

“No…” I whispered.

But deep down…

I already knew.

The Truth I Wasn’t Ready For

I walked into his office.

He looked up, surprised.

“Claire? What are you doing here?”

I closed the door behind me.

And asked the question that had already shattered everything inside me:

“Why have you been donating your sperm?”

Silence.

Then—

“What are you talking about?”

“I spoke to someone from the clinic,” I said. “They gave me your name.”

It was a lie.

But it worked.

His face changed.