Two Weeks After Our Baby Died, My 8-Year-Old Whispered, “Mom, She Isn’t Gone—I Saw What Daddy Did at the Hospital”
“A lot of money.”
I swallowed.
“And then?”
“She took the baby.”
My entire body went cold.
“What baby?”
“The crying one.”
“Toby.”
“A lot of money.”
I swallowed.
“And then?”
“She took the baby.”
My entire body went cold.
“What baby?”
“The crying one.”
“Toby.”
