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

things up.”

Emma’s arms tighten around my neck.

Andrew looks at Emma again.

“Bug,” he says softly. “Did Grandma give you pills?”

Diane answers before Emma can.

“Andrew, don’t frighten her.”

I turn on her.

“Do not speak for my child.”

The waiting room goes silent.

A woman holding a toddler pulls the toddler closer. The receptionist stops typing.

Diane’s eyes continue reading …