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

“You knew I never got to see Melanie.”

“Yes.”

“You knew there were photographs.”

“Yes.”

“And you said nothing.”

Nora cried harder.

“Lucas told me he would tell you when you were ready.”

“You believed that?”