Twin Babies Arrived Wrapped in My Missing Son’s Green Coat—Then His Letter Asked for a Place in My Life Again
Not in Julian’s old bedroom.
In the sitting room, where I could see the people who were here now.
At seven, the phone rang.
“Hi, Mom.”
“Hi, Jules.”
Chloe began fussing in the background.
“Give me a minute,” he said.
“She needs me.”