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Empty. No other word described how I felt. I’d lost the baby I’d carried for six months. Six months of planning for the daughter I’d named Angelica.

The loss of the baby had been too much for my already rocky marriage, and my husband and I separated. Now there was just Jordan and me. My son was my pride and joy, but he was only three. How could he give me the comfort I needed so desperately?

Jordan had looked forward to being a big brother, and I took him in my arms when I came home from the hospital.

“Angelica is with God and the angels in heaven,” I explained. There was such innocent acceptance in his face. It wasn’t that easy for me. I wanted to believe what I told him with all my heart. But my heart was broken. Angelica was gone.

Time was no balm for my grief. I tried to live in the present and not the past. Jordan and I liked our lazy mornings. We ate breakfast, played together and forgot the clock till I had to rush him out the door to preschool.

One day I busied myself in the room I’d decorated as a nursery. Turn it into a home office, I thought. Or a guest room. I had to find a way to move forward. I couldn’t go back. To Angelica.

I packed up Angelica’s baby things and opened the closet door. Tucked in a corner was a bag I’d forgotten about. Inside it was a teddy bear.

“Tell your son it’s a gift,” the hospital chaplain had said as she handed it to me. “From Angelica.” But I had never found the words to do it, or the right moment. What gifts could Angelica possibly give us? She was gone from us forever.

I reached into the bag and held the teddy bear to me. No. No. I wanted to hold my baby, not a stuffed animal.

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