he replied.
Can this wait? I’m in meetings.
By midnight, doctors had rushed me into emergency treatment.
Despite everything the medical team did, we lost our son, Daniel, that night.
When I woke up, I felt completely empty.
A nurse had carefully folded the tiny blue blanket I had packed weeks earlier and placed it with my belongings.
I couldn’t look at it for long.
My mother sat beside me.
Noah stood near the doorway, pale and shaken.
“He knows?” I whispered.
Noah lowered his eyes.
“I tried. He told
