I Found a Phone Number and a Cryptic Note in My Husband’s Old Coat — What I Discovered Left Me Stunned
The Note in the Coat The house was filled with laughter that morning. My son, Dylan, sat on the floor, lining up his toy cars in a perfect row, his little tongue sticking out as he focused. Beside him, his sister, Ella, twirled around in her glittery pink princess dress. The hem of her skirt fluttered like butterfly wings as she spun. “Watch out, Dylan!” she giggled, spinning faster. “I’m a ballerina tornado!” Dylan groaned but couldn’t hide his smile. “Tornadoes don’t wear crowns, silly!” I laughed from the kitchen