Two Weeks After Our Baby Died, My 8-Year-Old Whispered, “Mom, She Isn’t Gone—I Saw What Daddy Did at the Hospital”
“I held Clara.”
“I know.”
“And I gave Nora money.”
“I know.”
“That’s all that happened by the elevators.”
I believed him.
But not that it was the whole night.
“Did you see Melanie?”