Every time she holds that baby girl, I can literally see a part of her die. Her smile is forced and her eyes, which now just look sad, have lost their sparkle. To the naked eye, she appears to be fine, but I know she’s not. I’ve wanted to talk to Nico about it, but with the new baby at home, I figure they have enough on their plate. When I pull into my driveway, I see Mila’s already here. I step inside and see her curled up on the couch, watching a movie. “Hey, baby.” I move toward the couch, sitting down so she can lay her head in my lap. I sift my hand through her hair while she stares at the TV. “What did you do today?” “I worked on a painting and did some laundry. How was your day?” Her voice is a little flat. “It was good. I did a surprise home visit on a couple that got their first foster child earlier this week. Things are going well there and the little boy seems extremely happy already,”
