I Came Home With a Prosthetic Leg and Found My Newborn Twins Abandoned. Three Years Later, a Document Led Me to My Ex-Wife’s Door

“Why two?” I asked.

“Because sometimes one person is scared,” she said.

“The other one can help.”

I looked at my mother across the table.

Her eyes shone, but she pretended to be intensely interested in the blueprints.

I carried that suggestion into the next design meeting.