“She was throwing a tantrum,” Jennifer said, annoyed. “So I gave her some Benadryl to calm her down.”
The world seemed to narrow around those words.
“How much?” I asked.
She hesitated. “A few pills.”
“She’s six!” I shouted, my voice breaking.
Jennifer rolled her eyes, acting like I was overreacting.
That’s when I stopped arguing.
I called 911.
“My daughter is unconscious,” I told the operator. “I think she’s been drugged.”
I held Lily’s hand, trying to keep her with me, whispering desperately as I waited.
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