The Photograph That Led Me to My Twins—and the Letters My Mother Hid for Three Years
He studied me.
“Savannah says you used to hate being told that.”
“I did.
I’ve had considerable practice since.”
We both smiled.
It wasn’t friendship, not yet, but it was the start of mutual respect.
The children’s relationship with me grew unevenly and naturally.
Caleb sometimes ran to show me a new drawing.