I found my daughter trembling in the laundry room with a red mark on her cheek. “Daddy… Please don’t make me apologize again,” she sobbed. My heart broke as I held her. Ten minutes later, while looking for ice, I found a hidden recording device in the washing machine that revealed…

She carried her grief like a fragile glass bird, constantly terrified of dropping it.

And she carried something else: a small, worn plush bear.

Hannah had given it to her a week before she passed. Tucked inside a zippered pocket on the bear’s back was a simple digital voice recorder module. Hannah had told Millie that whenever she missed her, she could continue reading …