The next morning, I wake to find Asher already up, sitting cross-legged on the floor of the sitting room with his ultrasound photos spread out in front of him.
My heart stops.
"Asher, where did you get those?"
"They were on the table." He looks up, eyes wide with curiosity. "Mama, what are these pictures? They look weird."
I should have put them away. Should have hidden them until we were ready to have this conversation. But exhaustion from the funeral had me collapse into bed without thinking, leaving the photos where Kade set them down last night.
Too late now.
I settle onto the floor beside him, taking a steadying breath.
"Those are special pictures from my doctor appointment yesterday. They're called ultrasound photos."
"What are they pictures of?" He traces the grainy image wi
