The Photograph That Led Me to My Twins—and the Letters My Mother Hid for Three Years
“Then I decided I could manage a blanket and a book.”
She looked at Caleb’s sleeping face.
“Thank you.”
I knew better than to treat that gratitude as an invitation to restart our marriage.
Savannah loved Lucas.
She had built her present life honestly, and she owed me no restoration of the one I’d neglected.
We had conversations about school, medical appointments, schedules, and the children.
We sometimes remembered a pleasant moment from our years together.
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