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

Perhaps he did, sometimes.

But he seemed more interested in whether I could be safe and consistent than in winning a contest between men.

Maya was sitting at the kitchen table arranging toy animals in a line.

Caleb sat beside her, examining a wooden train whose wheel had come loose.

“Children,” Savannah said, “this is Gabriel.

He’s someone I knew a long time ago.”

Maya looked at me.