At 104 Degrees My Baby Was Burning Up, and the Doctor Said New Mothers Panic Over Nothing. Then My Seven-Year-Old Lifted Her Teddy Bear and Asked to Tell Him What Grandma Had Really Been Doing
My voice came out barely above a whisper.
“Why would you let her do that to him?”
He dragged both hands down over his face.
When he lowered them, he still would not look at our son, asleep and burning in my arms.
“Because she said,” he told the floor, “it would help him sleep long enough that you would calm down at last.”
Chapter 11 — Dead Silence
The room went dead silent.