“No.”
“Are you mad at Mom?”
“Yes,” I said, because children deserve truth that does not make them responsible for managing it. “But my feelings are not your job.”
Ella rubbed the rabbit’s bent ear.
“Is Nana going to hate me?”
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“You told the truth,” I said. “What adults do with the truth is their responsibility.”
She thought about that.
Then she asked whether doctors really could tell when children lied.
“They can tell when a child needs help,” I said. “That is what happened tonight.”
Ella fell asleep with one hand wrapped around my sleeve.
I stayed awake beside her.
Caroline called seventeen times.
Her messages moved from anger to apology to blame and back again.
She said she had been overwhelmed.
She said her mother had made things worse.
She said the hospital staff did not understand our family.
She said I was destroying our marriage over one accident.
