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

I don’t think that anymore.

I think my daughter had, at seven, something I had lost and had to fight for years to get back: an unbroken line between what she perceived and what she was willing to believe.

They had severed that line in me.

They never got the chance to sever it in her.

And it saved us.

Chapter 12 — Call Them Now

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