Twin Babies Arrived Wrapped in My Missing Son’s Green Coat—Then His Letter Asked for a Place in My Life Again
“Apparently not.”
He grinned at her.
There were still things between them that a joke could not settle.
They were also allowed to have a joke.
I had stopped treating every warm moment as something that needed to be defended against the hurt still present.
When it was time to leave, Julian noticed the dark green coat near the door.
He touched the repaired pocket.
“You remember fixing this?”