Twin Babies Arrived Wrapped in My Missing Son’s Green Coat—Then His Letter Asked for a Place in My Life Again
He rubbed his palms together.
“I have work.”
“I know.”
“I’m doing what I can.”
“Then let’s see what that covers and what it doesn’t.”
He stood and walked toward the door.
My stomach tightened before he reached for his coat.
“Are you leaving because you’re angry?”