I Found My Neighbor’s Twin Toddlers Hiding in My Empty Trash Can—Then Their Mother Told Me Why They Had Been Sent to Find Me

It was the same room, but I had moved the chairs slightly and put drawing paper on the table.

I did not want to make it look like a reconstruction of the morning they had fled.

I wanted it to be a place where children could have a snack and adults could talk.

Maya inspected the table from standing height.

“Under?”

“You can sit on a chair if you want,” I said.

“Or beside Aunt Megan.”

She chose the chair closest to her sister.