Emily & Nathaniel
When I was allowed to bring the girls home, I placed their hospital bracelets in the blue folder beside the unanswered letters.
I wanted a record for them someday, not a story built out of anger.
I did not know yet that a second folder existed, in a locked office in Connecticut, and that it contained the reason Nathaniel had never heard the news.
PART 5: The Flight
Five years passed with the peculiar speed that belongs to parents of young children.
There were fevers and first words, cheap birthday balloons, endless mismatched socks, and long evenings when I worked after bedtime because a proposal still needed finishing.
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