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

She knew when the next feeds were due.

I offered a quieter room and then stepped back when she said the light in the sitting room suited them better.

At noon, I called my sister.

For three years, she had answered at hours when people should not have been asked to listen to their phones.

She had driven me to possible sightings, helped replace damaged flyers, and sat beside me when there was nothing useful to say.

I could not let her learn this from somebody else’s message.