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 trace one lightly with my finger.

The first time, I whispered:

“You were really here.”

Years later, I say something different.

“I know.”

That is all.

I know she was here.

I know what Lucas did.