Two Weeks After Our Baby Died, My 8-Year-Old Whispered, “Mom, She Isn’t Gone—I Saw What Daddy Did at the Hospital”
“Where are they?”
“Upstairs.”
“You have them here?”
“Yes.”
“Where?”
“In my desk.”
I thought I might throw up.
PART 10 — WHY HE HID THEM
“Every night?”
He stared.
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