Emma started therapy twice a week. I went with her sometimes.
Lucas gained weight and started smiling again. The first time he laughed—a real, belly laugh—I cried in the middle of the living room.
Emma took a photo of me holding him that day. It’s still my phone background.
We don’t talk about my mother or sister much. When we do, it’s clinical. Like discussing a disease we survived.
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