“We’re staying here a little longer,” I said.

“The doctors need to make sure you’re all better.”

I gave her a yellow plastic spoon.

Emma took a small bite and looked up at the TV bolted to the wall.

“Is Aunt Vanessa still mad at me?” Emma asked.

I pressed my palms flat on my knees again.

“Aunt Vanessa isn’t coming here,” I said.

“Nobody’s mad at you.