Two Weeks After Our Baby Died, My 8-Year-Old Whispered, “Mom, She Isn’t Gone—I Saw What Daddy Did at the Hospital”
“Did Aunt Nora take the baby away in an elevator?”
He nodded.
“Did you hear anyone say Melanie’s name?”
“No.”
“Did you see the baby’s face?”
“No.”
“Did Dad say he was giving Aunt Nora Melanie?”
“No.”
