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
He recognized her, the coat, and the blanket.
He heard the small crying sound.
Those observations remained valuable without making him a miniature detective.
Mark began calling my phone.
I showed the investigator rather than answering out of habit.
We discussed what was appropriate for preserving the communications and managing immediate safety.
I retained the messages.
I did not start a conversation designed to provoke a confession while Ethan listened nearby.