Skip to content She walked over slowly.
Then Carol stopped.
I noticed because her smile disappeared.
She was staring at Lily’s upper arm.
Not faded.
Gone.
She leaned closer.
“Carol?”
She didn’t answer.
There was a small oval patch there, slightly darker than the skin around it.
She was staring at Lily’s upper arm.
There was a small oval patch there, slightly darker than the surrounding skin.
Carol touched the side of the bassinet.
“Did anyone mention that?”
“What?”
Darren walked closer.
She pointed.
“That mark.”
“No.”
Darren walked closer.
“What about it?”
Carol looked at him.
“This is going to sound horrible.”
Then at me.
The color drained from her face.
“Carol, are you okay?”
She stepped back.
Then another step.
“This is going to sound horrible.”
My stomach tightened.
“You can’t keep this little girl.”
“What is?”
She looked directly at me.
“You can’t keep this little girl.”
“Mom, what?”
“You can’t. You just can’t.”
“Carol, what are you talking about? This is your granddaughter.”
Darren stepped between her and the bassinet.
“I know.”
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