Sophie saw him and held out both arms.
“Daniel.”
The officer looked at me.
I nodded.
Daniel crossed the waiting room and knelt in front of her. Sophie buried her face against his shoulder.
“I told them you didn’t do anything,” she whispered.
“I know.”
“Dad didn’t believe me.”
Eric stood ten feet away. He looked as though he wanted to argue, but no words came.
Daniel pulled back and touched Sophie’s stuffed rabbit.
“I’ll be right here when you finish.”
“You promise?”
“I promise.”
The MRI took forty-seven minutes.
I counted every one of them.
When Sophie was brought back, she complained that the machine had been loud but said the headache was worse. A nurse dimmed the lights and gave her medicine.
Then Dr. Ortiz asked the adults to follow her into a consultation room.
