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

“Do you want to know what Nora told me?”

“Do you want me in the hospital meeting?”

“Would you like me to open this letter?”

Simple.

Choice restored in small places.

PART 39 — THE NURSERY

I kept the nursery untouched for three months.

Then everyone began asking:

When will you pack it?

I hated the question.