Two Weeks After Our Baby Died, My 8-Year-Old Whispered, “Mom, She Isn’t Gone—I Saw What Daddy Did at the Hospital”
When we got home, I placed them in a drawer.
Separate from Melanie’s.
No shrine comparison.
No:
Look how similar.
Each child deserved her own artifacts.
Toby asked whether Melanie would be jealous.
I said: