Maybe this pregnancy had not only brought us Liam.
Maybe it had also brought us to the discovery that could save my life.
Page 7 — Emily
That night, I finally told Thomas something I had never fully explained.
“I keep thinking about Emily.”
He sat beside me.
“I know.”
“No. I mean the dreams.”
He looked at me.
“I don’t think I’ve told you everything.”
I described the dream again.
The hallway.
The baby.
Emily’s voice.
“You have to find him.”
Thomas listened quietly.
Then I told him something else.
Emily had always been healthy.
There had been no warning.
No obvious illness.
No reason for us to believe anything was wrong.
Then one day she complained about a headache.
We thought it was stress.
Then it got worse.
By the time we understood how serious it was, we were already fighting a battle we didn’t know how to win.
She died at fifteen.
