After my wife died, I never imagined I would fall in love again. But when I met Claire and saw in her a mother figure for my daughter, I married her. During our first family dinner as newlyweds, my daughter pointed at Claire and called her a “monster.” Her next words made the entire room go still.
Sarah’s voice was the only thing that could calm our daughter.
It was almost 3 a.m.
Rain tapped softly against the nursery window while I paced the floor with a crying newborn tucked against my shoulder.
I hadn’t slept for nearly 48 hours, and grief had become so heavy it almost had a sound of its own.
Ari cried harder.
“I know, baby,” I whispered. “I miss her too.”
The words escaped before I realized what I was saying.
How could a baby miss someone she’d never met?
I looked toward my phone lying on the rocking chair.
There was only one recording saved on it.
Sarah had made it during the last month of her pregnancy.
She’d laughed after pressing stop.
“If our little girl inherits your stubbornness,” she’d said, “she’ll probably need this someday.”
I tapped play.
Sarah’s gentle voice drifted through the room.
It wasn’t a polished lullaby.
She forgot half the lyrics and hummed through the rest.
She even laughed once in the middle because the baby had kicked.
Within seconds, Ari stopped crying.
I kissed the top of her head.
“That’s your mommy,” I whispered.
Then I stood in the dark nursery and cried until the song ended.
Sarah never got to hold our daughter.
She died only hours after giving birth.
People always asked how long it would take before life felt normal again.
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