She jabbed a manicured finger at my chest.

“If you’d taught your daughter to sit properly, she wouldn’t have fallen by the hot stove.”

Two nurses at the central station stopped typing.

They were both watching us now.

“Emma is asleep in that room with a head injury,” I said.

“And you’re standing here defending Vanessa.”

“I’m defending this family,” Barbara said.

Her voice got louder, ringing harshly off the walls.