“Emma,” I said.

“Emma, look at Mommy this second.”

She rolled a little toward me.

The side of her face was deep red, and a thick raised welt was already forming near her temple, just above her cheekbone.

I pressed my palms flat on my knees.

The linoleum was cold through my jeans.

“There’s a mark on her face,” I said.

“There’s a big mark on her face.