“My 7-Year-Old Son Started Sleeping Under His Newborn Sister’s Crib Every Single Night – The Night I Finally Crept In to Listen at 2 AM, What He Was Whispering to Her Made My Blood Run Cold”

Carol went quiet.

“What?”

“She said you had experience.”

Another pause.

“That’s not what Diane asked me.”

My chest tightened.

“I didn’t think she meant Brenda at first.”

“What did she ask?”

Carol lowered her voice.

“She asked whether my husband and I would ever consider raising another child.”

I couldn’t speak.

Carol continued quickly.

“She said you and Daniel might eventually realize you couldn’t handle everything Brenda needed.”

“I didn’t think she meant Brenda at first. I thought she was asking hypothetically.”

“What changed?”

“She said you and Daniel might eventually realize you couldn’t handle everything Brenda needed. Then she asked what we’d do if that happened.”

I hung up shaking.

But she had already started planning for a future in which we gave up.

Diane hadn’t arranged anything.

But she had already started planning for a future in which we gave up.