I Had Barely Finished Holding My Son’s Newborn Baby When a Nurse Pulled Me Aside and Whispered, “That Isn’t the Child He Left With”
Simply part of the landscape.
I once thought healing meant finally understanding why everything had happened.
I don’t anymore.
There is no explanation that makes the deaths of two newborns acceptable.
No cosmic trade.
No lesson worth the price.
What happened afterward can still have meaning.
Julian learned honesty.
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