Two Weeks After Our Baby Died, My 8-Year-Old Whispered, “Mom, She Isn’t Gone—I Saw What Daddy Did at the Hospital”

“Adults too?”

I smiled sadly.

“Unfortunately.”

He laughed.

That was the first time the story of the envelope sounded almost ordinary.

PART 62 — NORA AND LUCAS

Their relationship changed too.

Nora had been furious at him.

“You made me part of your secret.”

He had.