hurt him.”
“Then why didn’t you tell me?”
Dad went silent.
That silence frightened me more than anything. I picked Ben up, grabbed my bag, and headed for the door. Dad called after
me.
“Take the notebook.”
I didn’t even turn around.
“I don’t need your notebook.”
“Sarah, trust me. Take it.”
I left without it.
I drove straight to the hospital.
A doctor examined Ben’s leg.
Thankfully, the redness was only mild skin irritation.
“Don’t use home mixtures like this on a child’s skin,” the doctor said. “Especially without medical advice.”
I felt embarrassed even though I hadn’t done it.
“I didn’t. His grandfather did.”
The doctor was about to finish the examination when Ben climbed down from the table and walked toward me.
Suddenly, the doctor watched him carefully.
“Wait a second.”
He asked Ben to walk across the room again.
My little boy took several steps.
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