Twin Babies Arrived Wrapped in My Missing Son’s Green Coat—Then His Letter Asked for a Place in My Life Again

He had called to check that I was free.

I was in the kitchen when he arrived, taking a tray from the oven.

He reached for a cloth and asked whether he could carry it to the counter.

“Yes. It’s hot.”

“I remember.”

I smiled despite myself.

Some things returned before I was prepared for them: his way of standing, a familiar reply, the movement of his hand toward the same drawer.

We spoke about arranging another visit with Maya and the girls.