The chief slid a cream envelope across the desk, stamped with the seal of the hospital’s board of directors. My name was written on the front in thick black ink. “Open it,” he said quietly. My hands were not steady as I pulled out a single page, and the first line made my stomach drop. It was a formal notice, signed by the board chairman himself, and it mentioned the night of the twins.

“Three people have already called me this morning asking about you,” the chief added. Before I could answer, someone knocked twice on the door. A tall, gray-haired man stepped in, and behind him came the young woman from the parking lot, carrying one baby while her sister carried the other. The chief stood straight up. “Sir,” he said, “she’s here.” The man looked at me, and his eyes were full of tears.