One night, Joshua found their profile.
“Four-year-old twins, Matthew and William. Don’t they look like they belong here?”
“They look scared,” I said.
He squeezed my hand. “Maybe we could be enough for them.”
“I want to try.”
He emailed the agency that night.
“They look scared.”
Meeting them for the first time, I kept glancing at my husband. He crouched to Matthew’s level, offering a dinosaur sticker.
“Is this your favorite?” he asked, and Matthew barely nodded, eyes fixed on William.
William whispered, “He talks for the both of us.”
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