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Every few minutes, he whispered the same thing.
“Please be okay, Sophie.”
I wanted to comfort him.
But part of me was furious.
He had picked her up.
He had dropped her.
He had caused the injury.
Even if he hadn’t meant to.
And that terrible truth twisted inside me until I could hardly look at him.
At 3:07 a.m., a pediatric emergency physician approached us.
“I’m Dr. Elena Morris.”
I stood so quickly my chair scraped the floor.
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“Is she okay?”
“She’s stable. She’s awake and responding to us. We’re monitoring her closely.”
My knees almost gave way.
Claire began crying.
“Thank God.”
Dr. Morris continued.
“She has a small scalp injury and a concussion, but the initial imaging does not show bleeding inside her skull.”
I covered my face.
Then the doctor said, “We also have concerns about a possible choking episode before the fall.”
