As we were about to board our flight, my stepmother suddenly breached the airport security checkpoint and tried to ki:dnap my baby right out of my arms.

that I should “let the baby heal the family.”

But Lily was not medicine.

She was not a memorial.

She was not a second chance for anyone who had failed the first time.

She was my daughter.

That night, Noah called again. I almost ignored it, but Daniel said, “Put it on speaker. We should both hear him.”

Noah sounded shattered. “Emily, I’m so sorry.”

I did not continue reading …