Twin Babies Arrived Wrapped in My Missing Son’s Green Coat—Then His Letter Asked for a Place in My Life Again
No.”
The conversation had begun to sound like the night before he vanished, and I felt myself resisting the resemblance.
I wanted to reassure him so quickly that he would never think of leaving again.
I could do that.
I could also spend the rest of my life giving an answer I did not mean whenever he became uncomfortable.
“I’ll help with what Emma and Chloe need,” I said.
“Diapers, feeding supplies, clothes.