From the time she was young, Veronica had dreamed of having a daughter. She longed to rewrite the painful chapters of her own childhood, to offer a little girl the kind of love and tenderness she had never known herself.
A daughter would be her redemption—a chance to give what she had always needed, to finally break the cycle.
But fate, ever cruel, had other plans. Complications during her second pregnancy had left her unable to safely carry more children.
Ten years had passed since the doctor had given her the devastating news, but the sorrow hadn’t faded. Veronica had learned to carry the grief quietly, buried beneath the laughter of her boys and the rhythm of daily life.
She adored her sons. She was endlessly proud of them. Yet in her mind, she still saw glimpses of a barefoot little girl laughing in the backyard, hair wild in the wind. It was a vision that refused to disappear.
Then one afternoon, while scrolling through Facebook, Veronica stumbled across a post that stopped her heart.
A six-year-old Romanian girl, sick and in urgent need of adoption. The photo showed a fragile child with solemn eyes and tangled hair, the caption pleading for help.
Something inside Veronica shifted. She felt it instantly.
Without hesitation, she rushed into James’s office, clutching her phone like a lifeline. “James, you have to see this,” she whispered, her voice trembling.