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

Maya walked beside me, holding my finger.

Caleb was discussing bridges with Lucas, pointing at the steel beams spanning the river.

Savannah occasionally joined their conversation, correcting the names of boats passing below.

“Did you ever think this would happen?” I asked her as we stopped near a bench.

“No,” she said.

“Not like this.”

“Are you sorry I found you?”

She looked at the children before answering.