Two Weeks After Our Baby Died, My 8-Year-Old Whispered, “Mom, She Isn’t Gone—I Saw What Daddy Did at the Hospital”

“Did you know Lucas held Melanie?”

Nora began crying.

“Yes.”

PART 13 — WHY NORA COULD NOT LOOK AT ME

The afternoon after I came home from Saint Vincent, Nora visited.

I remembered her standing at the bedroom door.

Unable to meet my eyes.

At the time, I thought:

She feels guilty because her baby lived.

Now I knew.