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

needs monitoring. I’m arranging transfer to the hospital.”

“Hospital?” Andrew repeats.

His anger falls apart. Under it is fear. Real fear. His eyes move to Emma’s slack body, the way her cheek rests on my shoulder, the way she does not reach for him the way she usually does.

He steps closer.

“Can I hold her?”

Emma shakes her head without lifting it.

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