bruising in different stages of healing.”
Silence.
Absolute silence.
Emily started crying.
Quietly.
Not because she was surprised.
Because someone had finally said it aloud.
The doctor turned toward me.
“We’ll need additional documentation.”
“Thank you,” I said.
Margaret immediately interrupted.
“We want a second opinion.”
The doctor nodded calmly.
“You’re entitled to one.”
Then he added:
“The findings will still be documented.”
The room became very quiet.
I saw Ethan glance toward his mother.
Then toward his brother.
Nobody looked comfortable anymore.
An hour later, things became worse for
