Two Weeks After Our Baby Died, My 8-Year-Old Whispered, “Mom, She Isn’t Gone—I Saw What Daddy Did at the Hospital”

“Oh my God.”

“He has been saving lunch money because he thinks he can buy her back.”

Lucas covered his eyes.

That was when I noticed something.

Not confusion.

Guilt.

Different.

PART 6 — THE PART HE WAS STILL HIDING

“What else happened?”

His hands lowered slowly.