Two Weeks After Our Baby Died, My 8-Year-Old Whispered, “Mom, She Isn’t Gone—I Saw What Daddy Did at the Hospital”
His expression changed.
Tiny.
Fast.
Fear.
“She came because she heard what happened.”
“At two in the morning?”
“She was worried.”
“Toby saw you.”
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