The Daughter I Mourned Was Never Gone
Losing Eliza at birth didn’t end in a single moment. It settled into my life slowly, shaping everything that came after. There was no clear line between grief and routine—just an absence that followed me through the years as I raised her twin sister, Junie, on my own.
My husband couldn’t carry it the same way I did. At some point, the weight became too much for him, and he left. I didn’t argue. There are losses you can’t divide evenly, and I understood that, even if I didn’t agree with it.