Twin Babies Arrived Wrapped in My Missing Son’s Green Coat—Then His Letter Asked for a Place in My Life Again
I should not have said it that way.”
“I thought you’d had enough of me.”
“I had not.
Not for one minute.”
He rubbed a hand over his beard.
At eighteen, he had heard a door closing where I thought I was drawing a line about money.
My intention had not protected him from the words I actually used.
His interpretation still did not explain three years without a call.