The bracelet read:

“Baby Lucas.”

But we never had a child named Lucas.

My husband stared at it like it was poison.

“That should be gone,” he whispered.

“What is it?”

He looked at me slowly.

“It’s our first baby.”

I felt dizzy.

“Our first baby died.”

He shook his head.

“No.”

“He was taken.”

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