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

He had been cleaning constantly since Melanie died.

Counters already clean.

Floors already swept.

Laundry folded twice.

Motion everywhere.

Grief nowhere.

Toby lowered his voice.

“The money Daddy gave that lady.”