“This is absurd. That baby has a fever. Babies get fevers.”
The paramedic looked up.
“Not like this without immediate care.”
The room went quiet.
One sentence.
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My mother’s face tightened, but she recovered quickly.
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“Sophia refused help. She wanted attention.”
Sophia shook her head, crying silently.
Naomi opened her briefcase and placed a thick folder on the changing table.
“That is not what the evidence shows.”
Audrey stared at the folder.
Then at me.
For the first time, she looked less bored.
My mother noticed.
And suddenly, both of them understood the same thing.
I had not come home to ask questions.
I had come home with answers.
PART 2
The ambulance lights painted the nursery walls red and white.
PART 2
The ambulance lights painted the nursery walls red and white.
Red across the crib.
White across Sophia’s bruised cheek.
