We had survived the “coup d’état” of our family’s peace. The truth had been uncovered—not in a basement of secrets, but in the innocent, ignorant squeeze of a child. As I looked at my son and his wife, sleeping fitfully in the chairs beside the bed, I knew our family was broken in a way that couldn’t be fully mended. But as the sun began to rise over the hospital roof, I also knew that we would be the ones who stayed. We would be the ones who watched.
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