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
“Is the photograph improving your memory, or are you remembering something independently?”
Diane looked at me for a long moment.
“I don’t know.”
“That’s an acceptable answer.”
She nodded, relieved again by permission to be uncertain.
We arranged a documented copy of the original image with her consent.
The recorded time was 12:26.
We checked her phone’s current clock against ours and noted the comparison.
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