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 I thought adopting my late best friend's four children was the hardest thing I'd ever do — until a stranger showed up at my door years later. She said my friend "wasn't who she said she was," then handed me a letter. My late friend's lies had come back to threaten the life we'd built without her. Rachel was my best friend for as long as I could remember. There was no single moment when we became friends. We just always were. We sat next to each other in elementary school because our last names were close in the alphabet. In high school, we shared clothes. In college, we shared bad apartments and stories about worse boyfriends. Rachel was my best friend for as long as I could remember. By the time we had children, we shared calendars and carpools. "This is it," Rachel said once, standing in my kitchen with a baby on her hip and another tugging at her leg. "This is the part they don't tell you about." "The noise?" "The...

  I was 55 years old, newly widowed after 36 years of marriage, when something I found at my husband's funeral made me question whether I'd ever really known the man I loved. I'm 55, and for the first time since I was 19, I don't have anyone to call "my husband." His name was Greg. Raymond Gregory on every form, but Greg to me. Then one rainy Tuesday, a truck didn't stop in time. We were married for 36 years. No big drama. No fairytale. Just the quiet kind of marriage built on grocery lists, oil changes, and him always taking the outside seat in restaurants "in case some idiot drives through the window." Then one rainy Tuesday, a truck didn't stop in time. One phone call, one trip to the hospital, one doctor saying "I'm so sorry," and that was it. My life was split into Before and After. By the day of the viewing, I felt hollow. I'd cried so hard my skin hurt. My sister Laura had to zip my dress because my hands wouldn't...

  Before guests celebrated with the newlyweds, Will Reeve, son of the late actor Christopher Reeve, revealed one meaningful way he planned to honor his father Will Reeve's wedding weekend carried more than the usual joy of a celebration. Surrounded by loved ones and longtime colleagues, the ABC News correspondent took part in a ceremony filled with both warmth and quiet meaning. While most details remained private, guests offered a glimpse into the atmosphere through photos and videos shared on social media. One personal gesture stood out: Will wore something that once belonged to his father. Inside the Ceremony Will tied the knot with Amanda Dubin in a beautiful Miami ceremony on Saturday, January 17, 2026. The wedding, confirmed by People, was attended by several of his ABC News and "Good Morning America" colleagues, including Robin Roberts, Lara Spencer, and Gio Benitez. Set beneath twinkling lights and surrounded by tropical greenery, the outdoor wedding offered an el...

  She lit up the 1980s with her groundbreaking talent, skyrocketing from model to Oscar-winning actress almost overnight. But behind the glitz and fame lay a hidden struggle — and a childhood brush with death at just 8 years old. Amish-like upbringing Few actors of the ’90s captured hearts and critical acclaim quite like this star. With her signature dimples and magnetic presence, she was Hollywood magic, turning every role into a showcase of raw talent from the very start of her acting journey. Born on January 21, 1958, in Wareham, Massachusetts, she discovered early on that performing was her true calling. “I was three years old, and how I even knew it was a job, I have no idea, because we were only allowed to watch Disney movies, which were animated.” Her parents, Bill and Lucille, were practical, old-fashioned people — so much so that she has joked they “would have been Amish had they heard of being Amish.” She and her older brother, Dan, were raised with a strong emphasis on p...

  When my parents died, my aunt said she was “saving” me. I slept on a mattress on the floor and grew up believing I owed her my life—until, years later, she came back to collect. I was ten when my parents died. It was winter. Snow everywhere. One of those nights adults later describe as “terrible road conditions,” like that explains anything. All I knew was that my mom, Claire, and my dad, Michael, left the house and didn’t come back. After the funeral, my dad’s sister, Linda, showed up. She hugged me in front of people. Long, loud hugs. The kind meant to be seen. I was ten when my parents died. “I’ll take Ethan,” she said. “Of course I will.” That’s how Linda liked to phrase it. Taking me. Like a package. Like charity. At her house, she gave me a small room at the back. No bed. Just a thin mattress on the floor and a blanket that smelled like dust and old boxes. Her kids had bunk beds. Desks. Shelves full of toys. I had a corner. The first night, I asked Linda where my stuff was....

  Actress Kianna Underwood, best known for her childhood appearance on Nickelodeon’s All That, has died following a hit-and-run crash in Brooklyn. She was 33. Her father’s heart-wrenching words Underwood was struck early Friday morning, Jan. 16, while crossing the intersection of Watkins Street and Pitkin Avenue in the Brownsville neighborhood, according to the New York Police Department and People. Authorities say a black Ford SUV hit her around 6:50 a.m., after which she was hit a second time by a black-and-gray sedan. She was pronounced dead at the scene. Both vehicles fled the area, and police confirmed that neither driver has been identified. No arrests have been made, and the NYPD Highway District’s Collision Investigation Squad is continuing to investigate the incident. The father of former Nickelodeon child shared a devastating message on social media following her death, questioning whether his daughter received any compassion in her final moments. Anthony Underwood posted...

When I was 35, a tired single mom racing home from work, I stopped to help a starving pregnant girl outside a grocery store and thought I’d never see her again. Years later, a random phone call proved I was very, very wrong. I'm 35F, and the day everything changed in my life was supposed to be boring. Home is a cramped second-floor apartment in a tired brick building. Not dramatic, not life-altering, just another Tuesday where I left work too late and hoped the bus wouldn't make me even later getting home. Home is a cramped second-floor apartment in a tired brick building, the kind where the hallway always smells like someone else's cooking and the radiators scream when they wake up. Inside that little box is my whole world—two kids, eight and six, and Mrs. Turner across the hall, who is over 80 and still insists on watching them when my shift runs late. That day, I left the towering glass-and-steel business complex where I work as an administrative assistant, just another ...