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
His gestures would not complete the records.
Ethan put down the pencil.
“What if they don’t believe me?”
The question made me look at him immediately.
“The adults are checking lots of information.
You don’t have to make the whole answer happen by yourself.”
“But what if I got a thing wrong?”
“Then you can say that.