After 6 miscarriages, my wife finally gave birth to the daughter we prayed for — 18 years later, she sobbed, “Dad, you have no idea what Mom did”

cards.

Small envelopes addressed to Avery at ages five, seven, ten, fourteen.

Most had never been opened.

Some still had stamps.

I picked up a birthday card dated eleven years earlier.

“Noelle kept writing?”

Avery nodded.

“Every year.”

Camille wiped at her face.

“She gave you to us. She made that choice.”

Avery opened one of the letters.

“She made one choice continue reading …