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

I wrote down the exact words when we stopped.

Frank read them.

“Don’t turn the order of his questions into a finding.”

“I know.”

“But ask him about it.”

I put Caleb’s call beneath the rental notes.

For the first time, the pieces seemed connected enough to suggest a larger picture.

I left space between them anyway.