Two Weeks After Our Baby Died, My 8-Year-Old Whispered, “Mom, She Isn’t Gone—I Saw What Daddy Did at the Hospital”

Some thought I should.

I considered it.

Absolutely.

He had taken something from me that could never be recreated.

But I did not want grief deciding the marriage in its most acute stage unless safety required immediate separation.

Lucas was not dangerous.

He was dishonest in a devastating way.

Different.