Two Weeks After Our Baby Died, My 8-Year-Old Whispered, “Mom, She Isn’t Gone—I Saw What Daddy Did at the Hospital”
“But maybe.”
“No.”
I made him look at me.
“You were eight.”
He frowned.
“So?”
“So figuring out confusing adult situations was not your job.”
“But I saw.”
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