“The second you touched the mattress, Lucy went silent. We all had to check and make sure she was still breathing—her eyes were open, staring blankly upward, but she looked so peaceful. You were holding onto her onesie, watching her, and I realized that day that I would never stand a chance. You two are connected at the soul, and I’ve always secretly despised you for that. I used to feel like I was intruding on a bond with my own child, but now, I’m…really goddamn grateful, I suppose, that she’s always had you.”
