Two Weeks After Our Baby Died, My 8-Year-Old Whispered, “Mom, She Isn’t Gone—I Saw What Daddy Did at the Hospital”
“I don’t think love works like a limited number of slices.”
He said:
“That sounds like therapy.”
It was.
PART 58 — LUCAS AND I
Did I forgive him?
Eventually, mostly.
That answer makes people uncomfortable.
They want:
Yes.
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