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

“Yes.”

I touched the dates.

Every page represented an opportunity.

A stamp, a message, a telephone call, one honest sentence.

I had spent years asking myself what I could have done.

Here were decisions he could have made.

“I thought you’d want them,” he said.

“Maybe another time.