My Daughter Dropped a Glass—Then I Learned the “Second Bottle” Was Already on Its Way Before It Ever Broke

I bent carefully and moved the largest shard away from her shoe.

“What?”

“Can I go to my room?”

“Not yet.”

“Why?”

I looked toward the hallway.

Something about Daniel’s reaction bothered me, but I could not yet explain why.

“Let me think about that.”