I pulled out my phone.
Three missed calls from the school nurse. Two from the ER. All of them either answered or returned.
Claire hadn’t tried to contact me once.
“She’s my daughter,” I said quietly but clearly. “I’m here now. From this point forward, no one makes decisions without me.”
Claire huffed like I was overreacting.
“I was trying to help. You’re always overwhelmed. I figured—”
“No,” I cut in. “You figured you knew best.”
Emma squeezed my hand. That was the only confirmation I needed.
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