Two Weeks After Our Baby Died, My 8-Year-Old Whispered, “Mom, She Isn’t Gone—I Saw What Daddy Did at the Hospital”
“Why was Clara there?”
“Nora had nobody to watch her.”
“And you held her.”
He stared at me.
“How do you know that?”
Because Toby saw.
I watched the fear deepen.
“Did you?”
