“If you’d taught her not to run in the house, she wouldn’t have fallen by the stove.”

“A heavy cast iron pan was lying on the floor next to her head,” I said.

“The pan was on the floor.”

“I have to go check on Lily,” Vanessa said quickly.

“She’s crying again because you’re turning this into some huge drama.”

“Vanessa, what happened with the pan?” I asked.

“Lily needs me,” Vanessa said.

“You always want to play the victim.”