The Chair by the Window — The Night Nobody Helped Me

Wyatt asked about it.

She told him that when Mommy had been hurt, she had watched the night-light all night and wondered whether morning would come.

He began to speak, stopped, and listened.

For once, that was the right choice.

“I’m sorry you were scared,” he eventually said.

“I should have helped Mommy.

You asked me to and I didn’t.

That was wrong.”