I Forgot My Son’s 8th Birthday While Grieving My Miscarriage—Then a Gift From My Dead Mother Revealed She Had Planned for My Darkest Day

and that I had “entrusted” this gift to be delivered at the right moment so Toby wouldn’t feel forgotten. “I thought it was from you, Elena,” Callum whispered. “I thought you were just too overwhelmed to do it yourself, so you dropped it off in the night.” I told him the truth then—that the journal had been locked in my attic, and that the note inside continue reading …