Twin Babies Arrived Wrapped in My Missing Son’s Green Coat—Then His Letter Asked for a Place in My Life Again
“I need time.”
I looked at him, the young man who now had enough breadth in his shoulders to make his old coat look like something from another life.
“Then take time.
But you can’t disappear every time a conversation hurts.”
“I’ve apologized.”
“Yes.”
“What else can I do?”
“Give me time too.