from what I had heard. I thought maybe Emma meant vitamins. Diane had mentioned “special vitamins” that supposedly helped Emma settle down at night.
I had accepted that explanation because it had sounded harmless.
That fact became difficult to live with almost instantly.
I crouched so I was eye level with Emma“Sweetheart, show me the bottle.”
Her lip trembled.
“Am I in trouble?”
That question hurt in a different way.
Whatever had been happening, my daughter had already learned to connect telling me about it with the possibility that
