Her teddy bear had matching bandages.
Daniel crouched down to her level.
“Hi, Nora. I like your bear. What’s his name?”
“Mr. Snuggles,” she whispered.
“I see he has bandages like you. Did you both get hurt?”
Nora hugged the bear closer.
“He takes the same medicine as me. So he won’t be scared.”
Daniel felt a chill run through him.
The air in the room smelled faintly of rubbing alcohol.
“Has she seen a doctor?” Daniel asked gently.
Mrs. Whitman sighed. “I tried. But I work two jobs. The appointments never worked with my schedule, and our insurance barely covers anything.”
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