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

He picked up an old book, then put it down in the exact place.

“You can move it,” I said.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

He asked about taking a few things to the apartment.

We made a pile.

Other items could be sorted later.

I did not need the room empty, and he did not need his childhood packed into one visit to prove he had returned as an adult.