“Have a seat,” I relented, with a sigh. “Would you like some tea or coffee?”

They both sagged with relief and nodded their heads.

“Coffee, please,” Charlotte said.

They pulled out seats at the table nearest to the window and sat down. I made three mugs of coffee. My mind was buzzing with all this new information.

My birth parents were alive and sitting in my bookstore. This would have been a dream come true for the younger ...