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

was wrong to say that.”

Emma’s lower lip trembles.

“She said if I wiggle too much, Daddy won’t want to come home.”

Something inside me cracks so loudly I almost hear it.

I look at the nurse. She looks away fast, but not before I see her eyes fill.

Dr. Heller steps into the room.

“Emma,” he says gently, “do you remember what Grandma called the pills?”

Emma continue reading …