Two Weeks After Our Baby Died, My 8-Year-Old Whispered, “Mom, She Isn’t Gone—I Saw What Daddy Did at the Hospital”
“You did nothing wrong by telling me.”
He nodded.
I left the jar where it was.
PART 4 — THE KITCHEN
Lucas stood at the sink scrubbing a baking sheet that was already spotless.
“Lucas.”
“Hey.”
He did not turn.
“I’m almost done.”
“Stop.”
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