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I had laughed it off.

Diane had raised three children.

I assumed she knew what she was talking about.

That assumption would haunt me.

I took Emma’s hand.

“Where is the bottle?”

Her eyes filled with tears.

“Am I in trouble?”

The question hit me harder than anything else.

Why would my four-year-old think she was in trouble for telling me about medicine?

I pulled her into my arms.

“No, baby.”

I held her tightly.

“You are never in trouble for telling Mommy something that scares you.”

She nodded against my shoulder.

Then she disappeared down the hallway.

A minute later, she returned carrying an orange prescription bottle with both hands.

The clock on the kitchen wall read 5:36 p.m.

I took the bottle.

The name on the label was not Emma’s.

It was Diane Patterson.

I stared at the prescription.

Then I read it again.

The instructions were for an adult.

I didn’t recognize the medication.

My hands began shaking.

“Emma,” I whispered, “how often does Grandma give you these?”

She looked at the floor.

“Every night.”

“How many?”

“One.”

“And when does she give it to you?”

“Before I go to bed.”

I swallowed.

“Does Daddy know?”

She shook her head.