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

I remained at the table until the sound of his car faded.

Then I moved the cooling tray, washed the cloth, and put the kettle on.

My hands were shaking.

There were things I could tell myself rationally.

He had an apartment.

He had said he needed time.

We had current contact details.

He was not eighteen and leaving without a word.