“You took her to the hospital?” Daniel let out a loud, dry breath over the line.

In the quiet background, I could hear the quick metallic tap of his gold pen against his wristwatch.

“Rebecca, this is a ridiculous overreaction.”

“She was sitting on a wooden bench at school, hugging her knees in terrible pain,” I said, pressing the phone closer to my ear.

“She had a mild cramp five weeks ago, Rebecca,” Daniel said, cutting himself off before he finished.

“I took her to a walk-in clinic on my way home from work back then.