Then Jamie said something that silenced us both.
“There’s blood behind her ear.”
Advertisement
I froze.
Claire’s hand stopped inches from Sophie’s face.
Jamie pointed toward the right side of my daughter’s head.
A thin red line ran through her soft brown hair.
Not much.
Just enough to turn my stomach.
My fingers fumbled for my phone.
As I dialed 911, Jamie carefully placed one hand beside Sophie’s shoulder, making sure she remained still.
The dispatcher answered.
“911. What’s your emergency?”
“My daughter,” I gasped. “She’s eight months old. She fell, or something happened. There’s blood. She’s not responding normally.”
Advertisement
“Is she breathing?”
I looked at Jamie.
He leaned close without moving Sophie’s head.
“Yes,” he said. “She’s breathing.”
I repeated his words.
The dispatcher began asking questions.
I could barely understand them.
My eyes kept returning to the object clenched in Jamie’s fist.
