The Photograph That Led Me to My Twins—and the Letters My Mother Hid for Three Years

“I expected that.”

“Savannah, I remember now.

The mornings you were sick.

The appointment you begged me to attend.

I remember you trying to speak to me.”

“You remember the signs because someone finally showed you a photograph.

Back then, I told you I needed you, and you told me there were more important things to do.”

I swallowed.