“Grandma said Daddy shouldn’t know.”
Everything inside me went cold.
“Why?”
Emma’s voice became barely audible.
“Because it’s our secret.”
That was when I stopped being a confused mother and became a frightened one.
I called Michael.
He didn’t answer.
I called again.
Nothing.
I grabbed my purse, picked up Emma, and drove straight to Dr. Stevens.
The pediatrician’s office was only twelve minutes away.
I called while I was driving.
The receptionist stopped me halfway through my explanation.
“Bring her in immediately.”
Her voice had changed.
She no longer sounded like a receptionist.
She sounded scared.
“Don’t give her anything else until the doctor sees her.”
I told her I was already on the way.
At 5:53 p.m., I carried Emma into the clinic.
Dr. Stevens met us almost immediately.
He had known Emma since she was born.
He had treated her through fevers, ear infections, stomach bugs, and the endless minor emergencies that come with raising a child.
But I had never seen him look at a prescription bottle the way he looked at Diane’s.
He read the label.
Then read it again.
His expression changed.
“What did she tell you this was?”
“Vitamins.”
He looked at Emma.
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