Two Weeks After Our Baby Died, My 8-Year-Old Whispered, “Mom, She Isn’t Gone—I Saw What Daddy Did at the Hospital”
Lucas stared at the carpet.
“That she would never recover.”
I almost laughed.
“Our daughter died.”
“I know.”
“You thought seeing her was the thing I wouldn’t recover from?”
“I know how stupid that sounds now.”
“What did you think would happen?”
