My daughter nearly d:ied at home. At the hospital, the doctor told me to take my

toward my hand. “What’s that?”

“Medical paperwork,” I answered.

For one horrifying second, his mask slipped completely. His face transformed into something cold, furious, and terrifyingly familiar. Then the fake smile returned again.

“Margaret,” he said softly, “Emily gets confused when she’s under stress. You know how dramatic she can become.”

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