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Nine days.
I still can’t say the number without feeling something tighten in my chest.
There was no warning.
No explanation that made sense.
No mistake to point at.
No person to blame.
The coroner wrote SIDS.
Sudden Infant Death Syndrome.
Those three letters were supposed to explain what had happened.
Instead, they only gave our nightmare a name.
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