I Found Two Babies in a Cardboard Box on Route 66—Then Their Missing Mother’s Warning Named the Man Asking to Take Them Home
Then she brought a small card out of her purse.
It was folded into quarters.
“Is that where you stayed?” I asked.
“No.”
She opened it along the creases.
Inside was an address and telephone number for an administrative contact connected with family services.
“It’s where I expected the babies to end up if an officer found them.”
“Why did you think that?”