I Was Told My Newborn Had Died—Then My Eight-Year-Old Son Asked Why Daddy Had Paid Aunt Rachel to Take the Crying Bundle

“Even Grandma’s fifty?”

“Yes.”

He touched the folded bill through the glass.

“I thought I needed a lot.”

“I know.”

“Was it enough?”

I put down what I was holding and sat beside him.

“You didn’t need any amount.