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 isn’t what I asked.”
He stared.
“When I woke up, could I still have seen her?”
Silence.
“Lucas.”
“Yes.”
My ears began ringing.
“The nurses asked.”
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