Twin Babies Arrived Wrapped in My Missing Son’s Green Coat—Then His Letter Asked for a Place in My Life Again
The other made a small sound beneath the collar of the coat.
Whatever the coat meant, they needed to be inside.
I carried the basket only as far as the cleared space just beyond the door, where I could put it down securely and attend to them.
I checked that their faces remained clear and brought blankets.
I had already reached for my phone to call for help when someone knocked again.
Before I could answer, my fingers felt paper inside the coat pocket.