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

She said yes.

I apologized on Arthur’s behalf without pretending the explanation erased the experience.

Then I asked how the twins were.

“Caleb has a cold,” she said.

“Maya thinks she’s a doctor and keeps taking his temperature with a toy thermometer.”

“Is he all right?”

“He will be.

Lucas is home with them.”