Margaret stood up, but I stepped backward, pressing my baby against my chest.
“Don’t come any closer.”
She looked at Emma’s arm and whispered:
“It’s turning blue again.”
Those words frightened me even more.
“Again? So you already knew about this?”
Instead of answering, she picked up her phone and called someone.
“The baby is three months old,” she said quickly. “Her right arm. Yes, I removed it, but the color hasn’t completely returned
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I snatched the phone from her hand. An emergency dispatcher was on the other end of the line.
At that moment, I realized that something far more serious had happened than I had imagined.
Ten minutes later, the paramedics were inside our home. They examined Emma’s arm, checked the movement of her
