She didn’t.

My father met the twins eventually, after months of patient correspondence and a supervised family visit.

Elias asked him whether the blue train in his childhood photograph still existed.

It did.

My father offered to give it to him, and Elias said he’d rather they play with it together first.

My father looked startled, then pleased.

On my forty-fifth birthday, Hannah brought the twins to a picnic in a public park.

Rose had made a card with glitter on both sides.