Chapter 1
Even now, Max’s voice still echoes in my mind.
Not the cheerful, messy little boy who loved superheroes and laughed at everything. Not the fearless kid who constantly yelled, “Mom, watch this!” before launching himself off the couch.
The voice I remember most is the whisper.
If he had shouted, I probably would have reacted immediately. If he’d thrown a fit, I would have blamed sibling jealousy. If he’d been angry, I could have understood.
But he wasn’t angry.
He was frightened.
That’s the part that still haunts me.
Long before his sister arrived, Max adored her. At Target, he proudly carried tiny yellow socks as though he’d found buried treasure. Before we even knew the baby’s gender, he insisted on calling my growing belly “Baby Bean.” The day the ultrasound technician announced we were having a girl, he clapped so enthusiastically that people outside the room turned around to see what was happening.
“My sister,” he repeated over and over. “My sister is in there.”
He even told his kindergarten teacher he planned to become “the best big brother in the whole state.” Apparently, being the best in the world wasn’t ambitious enough for him.
When he visited us at the hospital, he couldn’t stop staring at her. Standing carefully on a chair beside my bed, one hand gripping the rail, he gazed down at her tiny face as if she were the most precious thing he’d ever seen.
Daniel chuckled.
“Most newborns are.”
Max shook his head.
“No, Dad. I mean tiny tiny. Like if I sneeze wrong, she’ll fly away.”
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Then he leaned close to her bassinet and whispered with complete seriousness,
“I’m your big brother. I got you.”
