Daniel rolled his eyes a little and mouthed, Jealous.
I nodded because it made sense.
It fit. It was easy.
That first night, Max wouldn’t come to dinner until I physically walked him downstairs.
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When the baby cried, he flinched so hard he knocked his juice over. Daniel snapped at him for being careless, and Max burst into tears so fast it shocked us both.
Later, after I got the baby settled, I found him sitting in the upstairs hallway outside the nursery with his knees tucked to his chest.
“Sweetheart?” I said, kneeling down. “Talk to me.”
His cheeks were wet. “That baby isn’t my sister.”
I pushed his hair back from his forehead. “Why do you keep saying that?”
He shook his head violently. “I don’t want Daddy to hear.”
Something cold moved through me then. Small, but real.
“Okay,” I said softly. “Daddy can’t hear. Tell me.”
Max grabbed my hand with both of his.
His fingers were icy.
“Because I saw what they did at the hospital after Daddy took me to get juice.”
I stared at him.
“What do you mean?”
His little chest started heaving the way it did when he was trying not to cry too hard.
“Daddy said we were getting apple juice from the machine. But then he didn’t go to the machine. He took me down the other hallway, and he told me to stand by the wall and be quiet.”
“Why?”
“I don’t know.” His voice cracked. “He looked mad.”
I felt suddenly, horribly awake.
“What happened next?”
Max swallowed. “A lady came.”
“What lady?”
He frowned, struggling. “She looked like you. But not you.”
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One white with tiny flowers.
I hadn’t told Max that.
I don’t remember what I said next. I know I tucked him into bed. I know I sat beside him until he fell asleep with his fist twisted in my shirt. I know I went downstairs feeling like I was walking through water.
Daniel was in the kitchen making a bottle.
He looked up. “He calm down?”
I leaned against the doorway. “What happened when you took Max to get juice?”
His expression didn’t change right away.
That almost made it worse.
