Two Weeks After Our Baby Died, My 8-Year-Old Whispered, “Mom, She Isn’t Gone—I Saw What Daddy Did at the Hospital”
Slowly, Lucas became someone I could trust with choices again.
Not because he promised.
Because he behaved differently.
That is the only repair I now believe strongly.
Apologies matter.
Patterns matter more.
He asked instead of deciding.
Repeatedly.
