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 money had nothing to do with Melanie.

PART 21 — THE SOFA

Toby sat between us.

The jar on the coffee table.

Lucas began.

“Aunt Nora’s baby is Clara.”

Toby looked at him.

“So Melanie isn’t there?”

“No.”

“Then where is she?”