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

“I should have listened,” I said.

“But I would have answered your call.

Every time.”

He began to cry.

When I reached for him, he held me tightly.

I had imagined that hug in supermarkets, on buses, awake at night, waiting outside offices.

I had pictured it as the thing that would finish the story.

Now I held him and understood that it began another one.