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That evening, Elaine sat on the couch, holding Bobby.
The real Bobby.
When I sat beside her, she finally let go of everything she had been holding inside.
“Hi, Bob,” she whispered. “I’ve been looking for you, baby brother.”
I wrapped my arm around her.
“I should’ve listened from the very first night. I’m sorry, Elly.”
She leaned her head against me.
“You listened when it mattered.”
Across the room, Josh watched them.
“She knew before any of us,” he said quietly. “Before all of us.”
Elaine looked at him.
He gave her a small nod.
She understood.
That night, Josh and I stood in the doorway.
Elaine had fallen asleep on the couch, one hand resting gently near Bobby’s blanket. The baby slept peacefully beside her.
Josh whispered, “We almost missed it.”
“The hospital’s already opened a full review,” I said.
Then, softer:
“But she didn’t miss it. Not for a second.”