Two Weeks After Our Baby Died, My 8-Year-Old Whispered, “Mom, She Isn’t Gone—I Saw What Daddy Did at the Hospital”
We slept separately for months.
Continued therapy.
Shared parenting.
No promises about whether the marriage would survive.
That was enough.
PART 38 — WHAT TRUST REQUIRED
Lucas wanted to tell me everything.
Every thought.
Every conversation.
Almost compulsively.
