I kept my eyes on Leo.
“What medicine has he had?”
Sophia whispered, “I gave him what the pediatrician said. Then Eleanor poured it out.”
My mother’s chin lifted.
“I will not have some hysterical girl drugging a baby in my house.”
My house.
There it was.
The sentence she had been waiting to say.
My house.
I picked Leo up carefully and wrapped him against my chest. His body felt too hot through the blanket. His cry came out as a tired little whimper.
Audrey stepped in front of me.
“Where do you think you’re taking him?”
“To the hospital.”
“Lucas,” my mother said, warning in her voice. “You need to calm down and hear our side.”
I looked at my son’s cracked lips.
Then at my wife’s bruised face.
Then at the robe my mother had stolen from her closet.
“I am calm.”
That made Audrey smile.
