I bought an old jewelry box at a garage sale for five dollars. That night, I found a photograph hidden beneath the velvet lining. The moment my husband saw the two newborn babies, he turned pale and whispered, “My parents told me I was born alone.”
I bought an old wooden jewelry box at a garage sale for five dollars because it reminded me of one my grandmother used to keep on her dresser. I almost passed it by. Then I saw the loose velvet tray inside and found the photograph hidden underneath.
The second I looked at it, I yelled, “Michael!”
I handed him the photo.
My husband came into the kitchen still holding a coffee mug.
“What happened?”
I handed him the photo.
The color drained from his face.
“Where did you get this?”
He stared at it so long I thought he might stop breathing.
“At a garage sale.”
He stared at it so long I thought he might stop breathing.
“I’ve never seen this before.”
“But that’s impossible.”
The photo had been torn down the middle long ago.
The photograph showed two newborn babies wrapped in the same hospital blanket, lying side by side. One had Michael’s exact mouth. The other had the same eyes. The photo had been torn down the middle long ago. On the back was a date, the words St. Agnes Hospital, and a street address written in blue ink.
Michael sat down hard.
“My parents told me I was born alone,” he said.
The next morning, we drove back to the same address.
That was when the box stopped being a lucky find and became evidence.
We barely slept. The photograph stayed on the kitchen table between us while we kept trying to explain it away. We could not.
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