Two Weeks After Our Baby Died, My 8-Year-Old Whispered, “Mom, She Isn’t Gone—I Saw What Daddy Did at the Hospital”
Behavior.
PART 47 — OUR FIRST REAL FIGHT AFTER THERAPY
It was about nothing.
A school form.
Lucas forgot to submit it.
I snapped:
“Of course you decided you knew better.”
He froze.
I had weaponized Melanie.
Wrong.