For 18 Years, I Loved and Raised the Twin Girls I Found Wrapped in Towels. Then, on Their Birthday, Those Same Towels Became the Beginning of a Family Mystery.
Eighteen years ago, I buried my pregnant fiancée. She was thirty-six weeks along. Our daughter died with her. I still remember standing in the nursery we’d spent months painting pale …
For 18 Years, I Loved and Raised the Twin Girls I Found Wrapped in Towels. Then, on Their Birthday, Those Same Towels Became the Beginning of a Family Mystery. Read More