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

I put on a cardigan and opened the door.

Nobody stood there.

A wide carrying basket sat on the porch.

Two newborn babies lay bundled close together inside it, their faces uncovered.

A dark green winter coat had been draped around them.

For a second, I saw the coat before I understood the babies.

Then I saw the repair beside the pocket.

I had sewn that little tear the winter before Julian disappeared.