I was chopping vegetables when my four-year-old daughter

your husband?”

I nod.

“Does he know about the medication?”

“No.”

“Does he know his mother is giving Emma anything?”

“I thought he knew she was giving vitamins. I thought we all did.”

The doctor looks through the small window in the door. Emma sits on the exam table with the nurse beside her, her legs dangling, her bunny pressed to her mouth. Her eyes are continue reading …