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 told them not to offer me my daughter.”

“I thought—”

“I know what you thought.”

My voice rose.

“I want to know what you did.”

He looked down.

“I asked them to let me handle when to tell you about the keepsakes.”

“Why?”