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

Not yet.

We slept separately.

Went to therapy.

Parented Toby.

Reviewed hospital records.

Spoke with patient relations.

I looked at Melanie’s photographs when I wanted.

Avoided them when I did not.