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

I thought of the pregnancy appointment Savannah had begged me to attend and the driver I had sent instead.

There was no way to revisit that day, no way to make myself the man she had needed then.

But this afternoon existed, and I had chosen to be present for it.

When Savannah returned with Maya, she found us asleep on opposite ends of the couch.

I woke to the sound of her quietly laughing.

“I didn’t think you’d make it without calling an assistant,” she said.

“I thought about it,” I admitted.