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 looked away.
That was answer enough.
“How many?”
“Three.”
I closed my eyes.
Pictures.
My daughter had existed in photographs.
For two weeks, I had believed I would never know her face.
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