I assumed my son was having a hard time with a new baby until he stared straight at me and said, “Mommy, that baby isn’t ours.” What he said afterward changed everything.
I still hear Max’s voice in my head sometimes. Not the giggling, sticky-fingered, superhero voice I knew so well. Not the one that used to yell, “Mom, watch this!” before doing something reckless off the couch.
