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

By the time I inherited the company, I had learned to imitate my father’s impatience instead of Arthur’s caution.

Arthur agreed to meet at his attorney’s office.

Savannah did not attend.

She had work and two children who needed picking up from daycare.

That fact grounded me more than the expensive suit I chose for the trip.

Arthur entered the conference room with a cane he did not seem to need and a weathered briefcase.

He studied me for several seconds.

“You look like your father,” he said.