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”
“Yes.”
I whispered their names again.
Not angels.
Not losses.
Their names.
Lily.
Leo.
Then I finally walked forward.
“Yes.”
I whispered their names again.
Not angels.
Not losses.
Their names.
Lily.
Leo.
Then I finally walked forward.