Twin Babies Arrived Wrapped in My Missing Son’s Green Coat—Then His Letter Asked for a Place in My Life Again
“He kept it.”
“Yes.”
“It’s too small now, surely.”
“He doesn’t wear it much.
He wouldn’t throw it away.”
I ran my thumb over the stitching.
There were kind things I could learn about him and hard things I needed him to explain.
Neither cancelled the other.