Two Weeks After Our Baby Died, My 8-Year-Old Whispered, “Mom, She Isn’t Gone—I Saw What Daddy Did at the Hospital”
This baby was not Melanie with another chance.
New child.
New pregnancy.
New fear.
Lucas became almost unbearably cautious.
So did I.
Therapy continued.
PART 54 — TELLING TOBY
He was eleven.
He stared at my stomach.
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