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

Seven minutes later, Daniel returned with his phone in his hand.

Lucy was sitting on the bottom stair, her shoes tucked against the wall.

“Come here,” he told her.

She did not move.

“Lucy.”

She looked at me first.

Then Daniel stepped into the hallway and lowered his voice.

I heard only pieces.