My 5-Year-Old Niece Whispered, “The Chair Hurts Me”—Then She Showed Me What She Had Hidden Underneath

I hated it.

Then reminded myself:

My discomfort was irrelevant if she was safe.

Before she left, Chloe asked to see me.

She wore hospital pajamas.

The rabbit under one arm.

She looked exhausted.

“Are they taking me away because I told?”