My Four-Year-Old Called Grandpa After My Husband Broke My Leg

“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.

Not loudly.

That was worse.

Small, broken sobs.

I turned my head.

She was frozen at the bottom of the staircase, one hand still over her mouth, her stuffed lamb hanging loose from the other.

Our eyes met.

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