Two Weeks After Our Baby Died, My 8-Year-Old Whispered, “Mom, She Isn’t Gone—I Saw What Daddy Did at the Hospital”
Lucas looked down.
My heart stopped.
“Lucas.”
He closed his eyes.
“Yes.”
PART 7 — THE QUESTION I HAD ASKED TWO WEEKS AGO
I heard my own voice from the recovery room.
Groggy.
Barely awake.
“Where’s Melanie?”
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