Chapter 1 Coinciding with the anniversary of our daughter’s death, I got into a car accident while six months pregnant. The doctor told me to call my husband to sign the consent form so they could operate on me. I had no choice but to call him. But he never picked up. Ten minutes later, we lost our second child. When I woke up from the surgery, I checked my phone as usual and saw that my mother-in-law had posted something on her social media. A picture of a happy family—four people, all smiling

A month ago, we lost our son, Lucas. He was only eight years old — hit by a car while riding his bike home from school. Since then, life has turned gray. I fell into deep grief. The house feels empty, his laughter only echoing in my memories. My 5-year-old daughter Ella and my husband are all I have left. One day, while Ella was coloring at the kitchen table, she quietly said: "Mommy, I SAW LUCAS IN THE WINDOW." I froze. "What window, sweetheart?" "The house across the street. He's there sometim