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

“I need to understand.”

“Of course.”

“Could I have seen Melanie?”

“Yes.”

“How long?”

Miriam answered gently.

“There was a period after you were awake when arrangements still could have been made.”

I cried.