The Photograph That Led Me to My Twins—and the Letters My Mother Hid for Three Years
Savannah seemed relieved that he had said it.
“I need a little time,” she explained.
“You can send a message through my attorney if you want to discuss a paternity test.
No unexpected visits.
And please don’t promise the children anything.”
“I haven’t met them.”
“Exactly.”
At the front door, I asked if she wanted any financial help.