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
“We have the times as well as we can establish them.”
“I mean the part before I came back.”
I knew what she meant.
“You gave us what you saw.”
“I wish I’d done more.”
I could not go back and give her a different afternoon.
I could thank her for returning, tell her why her observation mattered, and avoid making promises about what would have happened if she had acted sooner.
So I did.