"Did you know?" I asked quietly.
The question hung between us.
For several seconds, she didn't answer.
Then she shook her head.
Once. Twice. Again.
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"No," she whispered. "I swear to God, Sarah. I didn't know."
I wanted to believe her. Then I didn't want to believe her. Both feelings existed at the same time. Because if Olivia was telling the truth, then the situation was somehow even worse.
For nearly an hour, we sat in that kitchen trying to make sense of something neither of us understood.
Eventually, Olivia began talking about the night Lily was born.
At first, her memories sounded remarkably similar to mine.
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The storm, the emergency procedures, even the panic.
Then she told me something I had never heard before.
"I thought she died."
I stared at her.
"What?"
Tears filled her eyes.
"When I woke up, Mark was crying. He told me our daughter almost didn't make it."
