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

“You came,” he said.

“Yes.”

“Mom said you might.”

“I told her I would.”

He moved over so I could sit beside him.

We read a book about a stubborn bear, then watched rain slide down the window.

He fell asleep before Savannah returned.

I sat motionless, afraid to disturb him.