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

I had already begun noticing differences between the sisters.

Emma stirred more readily at some sounds.

Chloe seemed to take longer to settle.

Those were observations, not predictions about who they would become.

“What does Julian do when they both cry?” I asked.

“Sometimes he gets flustered.

Then he remembers to ask what we need.”

“Good.”