His shoulders were hunched.
His blue pajama shirt was stained with blood.
“Can I come?” he asked quietly.
Claire spun around.
“Absolutely not.”
“Claire—”
“He nearly killed our daughter!”
Jamie flinched.
The paramedics exchanged a glance.
Then Rachel spoke.
“Actually, we need to hear the full sequence of events from him. His account may help the hospital understand what happened.”
Claire stared at her.
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“You can’t be serious.”
Rachel remained calm.
“Ma’am, he’s the person who was there.”
For once, my wife had no answer.
I looked at my brother.
“Come with us, Jamie.”
He nodded.
But he didn’t smile.
Not once.
At the hospital, everything became noise.
Fluorescent lights.
Rubber wheels.
Urgent voices.
A doctor asking questions while another nurse carried Sophie into an examination room.
I sat with my elbows on my knees, watching the double doors swing closed.
Claire paced.
Jamie sat beside the wall, his hands folded in his lap.
