The Two Babies I Found Alone on a Plane Eighteen Years Ago Came Back Into My Life With a Document That Changed Everything

at the same time.

The house had not changed. But I had.

The drawer was still open. The letters were still there. I picked one up and sat across from him at the kitchen table.

“I do not want to lose you, Mattie,” he said softly. “But I am finally beginning to understand that I have been losing you all along by loving you like you were already leaving.”

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