Two Weeks After Our Baby Died, My 8-Year-Old Whispered, “Mom, She Isn’t Gone—I Saw What Daddy Did at the Hospital”
That part made sense.
Painful.
Still human.
“But Toby thinks you bought Melanie.”
Lucas stared.
“What?”
“He thinks you handed Nora money and she took our daughter away.”
His face went white.
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