Two Weeks After Our Baby Died, My 8-Year-Old Whispered, “Mom, She Isn’t Gone—I Saw What Daddy Did at the Hospital”
Fine.
She existed.
Her name did not need protection from grief.
PART 41 — THE DEATH CERTIFICATE
It arrived by mail.
I stared at the envelope for an hour.
Lucas asked:
“Want me to open it?”
Months earlier, he would have.
Now he asked.
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