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

“That’s the difference.”

She touched my shoulder and went to bed.

I stayed by the photographs a little longer.

One showed the nursery floor.

Another showed the twins in the office with frosting on their fingers.

The newest showed them beneath the center’s welcome sign, leaning into each other and laughing at something I couldn’t remember.