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My Four-Year-Old Called Grandpa After My Husband Broke My Leg
She had helped build this.
Daniel crouched beside me, already changing again. The fury drained away and something colder took its place.
Calculation.
“You slipped,” he whispered.
I could barely breathe.
“The floor was wet. You were upset. You lost your balance.”
I stared at him.
“Say it,” he said. “You slipped.”
From the stairs, Lily was crying.
