“Put my name on it too,” I said, looking down at my daughters. “I don’t want another dad standing in that hallway like I did.”
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Later, I bought the yellow sleepers.
At home, I laid them in their cribs.
I kissed my wedding ring.
“We made it through today, Claire,” I whispered.
Then I looked at my daughters.
For the first time since the funeral, I believed we could.