In a manila folder beneath outdated insurance schedules lay a small cream envelope.

Across the front Naomi had written Preston in plain blue ink.

A tiny blue baby footprint marked the corner.

Inside was a note dated the morning after the twins’ birth.

It contained no threat or demand.

Naomi had written that the boys were small but fighting, and that she had named them Theodore and Elijah.

She told Preston he could visit once the doctors allowed, if he wanted.

She hoped he would decide for himself.