Twin Babies Arrived Wrapped in My Missing Son’s Green Coat—Then His Letter Asked for a Place in My Life Again
A sighting near a bus station.
A young man at a shop who looked like him from behind.
A call from someone who had seen a flyer and wanted to help but could not remember the date.
I kept records so I did not ask people to repeat information they had already given me.
I also kept the records because putting something on a page gave my hands a job while my mind raced ahead.
Nothing brought him home.