The Photograph That Led Me to My Twins—and the Letters My Mother Hid for Three Years
Lucas turned instinctively, and I saw the expression of a father hearing his child.
It wasn’t a declaration or a legal document.
It was an ordinary reaction that could not be purchased.
The door opened an inch.
Savannah appeared behind him in a gray cardigan, her hair tied carelessly at her neck.
For several seconds neither of us moved.
“Gabriel?”
“Hello, Savannah.”