Two Weeks After Our Baby Died, My 8-Year-Old Whispered, “Mom, She Isn’t Gone—I Saw What Daddy Did at the Hospital”
“When?”
“I don’t know.”
“Tomorrow?”
“I don’t know.”
“Next month?”
“I don’t know.”
“You were waiting for grief to make me less grieving?”
That silenced him.
PART 11 — NORA
I needed to know whether Nora knew.
