“The room was unbearably sterile—blue and white walls,
the sting of bleach in the air, and the weight of death hanging over us. ‘We’ve come to see our daughter,’ we managed to say. They led us to a cot, where she lay as if sleeping, only frozen to the touch. The coroner released her, but there was no home for her tiny body. ‘She’ll come back to you in a cardboard box.’ In that moment, we broke.”
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