I Was Devastated After Losing My Second Baby During Childbirth – Then My 8-Year-Old Son Told Me What He’d Seen My Husband Do

Standing in his room now, I realized something else was happening.

I slowly put the jar down.

“Honey, I know you miss her.”

“No.”

His face tightened.

“If I save enough, we can get her back.”

My chest tightened.

“Willie, people don’t work like that. You can’t just save money and get someone back. Claudia is with God now.”

He looked at me.

“Then why did Daddy use money?”