His eyes filled with tears.
“She fell from my arms.”
Claire made a triumphant noise.
“There! He admitted it!”
But Jamie continued.
“I tried to catch her. I couldn’t. I’m sorry.”
He looked directly at me.
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“Daniel, I tried.”
I wanted to say something.
Anything.
Instead, I stood there like a coward.
Rachel gave Sophie a careful examination, fitted an oxygen mask over her tiny face, and prepared her for transport while her partner checked her vital signs.
They stabilized her head and neck before lifting her onto the stretcher.
Sophie whimpered.
It was the most beautiful sound I had ever heard.
“She has a pulse, and she’s breathing,” Rachel told us. “But we need to assess the head injury and possible choking episode at the hospital.”
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Claire grabbed her coat.
“I’m coming.”
I followed.
Then I noticed Jamie standing alone beside the nursery door.
