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

I sketched ideas in a notebook alongside the twins’ feeding charts.

At first, I drew simple adjustments: a different alignment, a replaceable component, a lighter protective casing.

My mother found the notebook one evening and asked whether the designs were for my leg.

I told her they were probably nothing.

“Then why are there twelve pages?” she said.

“Because I can’t stop thinking about it.”