Two Weeks After Our Baby Died, My 8-Year-Old Whispered, “Mom, She Isn’t Gone—I Saw What Daddy Did at the Hospital”
The staff had not taken my choice.
Lucas had intercepted it.
PART 17 — THE NURSE
I called Saint Vincent’s bereavement program.
A nurse named Miriam returned my call.
She remembered us.
Not every detail.
Enough.
“I’m sorry.”
She said it immediately.
