Two Weeks After Our Baby Died, My 8-Year-Old Whispered, “Mom, She Isn’t Gone—I Saw What Daddy Did at the Hospital”
Warm newborn.
Tiny noises.
Milk-drunk face.
Everything Melanie should have been.
Nora looked frightened.
“You know.”
“That depends.”
I stepped inside.
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