life through my small graphic-design business, while Raymond became the person I could always depend on.
Then one morning, someone knocked on my door.
When I opened it, nobody was there.
Until I heard crying.
I looked down.
Two baby boys were curled together inside a wicker basket, wrapped in a blanket.
I immediately called the police.
Officers searched the neighborhood, questioned neighbors, and tried to find whoever had left the babies.
They found nothing.
The boys entered foster care.
I told myself my role in their lives had ended.
