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

the bathroom.”

“Did she ever give you anything else?”

Emma looks at Andrew.

Then at me.

Then she whispers, “The pink drink.”

My heart stops again.

“What pink drink?”

Andrew lifts his head.

Emma’s voice gets smaller.

“When Grandma says I’m too loud. She puts it in my juice. She says it helps Mommy not cry.”

The social worker writes quickly.

Andrew covers his mouth.continue reading …