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

She’s with God now.”

The words were familiar because other people had said them to me.

I wanted to give him something gentle enough to rest against.

He pulled away and looked directly at me.

“No, Mom.”

Something in his voice made me stop.

“If I save enough, we can get her back.”

I swallowed.