Twin Babies Arrived Wrapped in My Missing Son’s Green Coat—Then His Letter Asked for a Place in My Life Again
“So am I sometimes.”
“Does he know?”
“Yes.”
“Good.”
Then she asked whether Emma and Chloe were growing out of their clothes.
We discussed them without making their father answer for everything during every conversation.
She and Julian spoke again, privately, about her part in the search.
He apologized without asking her to stop feeling hurt.