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

Your sister was never something you had to pay to bring home.”

He was quiet.

“What helped was that you told me what you saw.

Then other people did the work they were supposed to do.”

“The police?”

“The police, the medical team, and people helping us with the records.”

He considered that.

“So I don’t have to keep saving for her?”