The man who had saved the infants didn’t sleep a wink that night. Sitting in his small apartment, he watched over the babies as they slept, wrapped in his warmest fleece blankets. “What’s the right move here?” he wondered, his mind racing through the possibilities. He thought of his own upbringing—no silver spoon, just hard work—and he wanted something better for these two.
The next morning, he took them to the local hospital, which set in motion a life-changing series of events. A well-to-do couple, Charles and Eleanor, heard about the “dumpster twins” on the local news and felt an immediate pull to help.
They were in their late forties and had spent years trying to start a family of their own. Charles ran a successful commercial real estate firm, and Eleanor was deeply involved in local community boards.
Their home was a sprawling estate in the suburbs, the kind of place with manicured lawns and a quiet, dignified atmosphere. The walls were lined with books, and the house was filled with the kind of warmth only a long-awaited child could bring…
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