“Then why were you beside the trash can?”
“A tiny screw fell out of the scissors. I was afraid it would remain on the floor. I didn’t want someone to step on it later.”
I fell silent.
Only a few minutes earlier, I had been convinced that this woman had done something terrible to my child. But in reality, she had noticed something I hadn’t seen—even when I dressed Emma that morning.
The paramedic checked Emma’s arm again and smiled.
“Her circulation has returned to normal. The baby is doing well. Her grandmother acted very quickly.”
Margaret lowered her head.
“I should have called you immediately. But when I saw that blue mark, I felt the same fear I had experienced with Daniel. It was as though I had gone back thirty-five years.”
