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

“Tell me a time.”

He gave me one.

I repeated it.

After the call, I returned the phone and sat with my hands empty.

Maya watched me, perhaps expecting another question.

Instead, I asked about the girls.

“They’ve eaten,” she said.

“Chloe may need changing.”