Two Weeks After Our Baby Died, My 8-Year-Old Whispered, “Mom, She Isn’t Gone—I Saw What Daddy Did at the Hospital”
“Toby also saw Nora carrying a baby.”
His face collapsed.
“Oh God.”
“Whose baby?”
“Clara.”
I exhaled.
Of course.
Then:
“Toby also saw Nora carrying a baby.”
His face collapsed.
“Oh God.”
“Whose baby?”
“Clara.”
I exhaled.
Of course.
Then:
