Daniel’s voice sharpened.
“Tell me what happened.”
Margaret looked away.
And Rachel finally spoke.
Quietly.
“I fell.”
Daniel turned back to her.
“What?”
“I fell in the kitchen.”
“When?”
Rachel swallowed.
“Almost three weeks ago.”
His face changed.
“Three weeks?”
She nodded.
“I slipped near the sink. I landed badly.”
Daniel moved closer.
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
Her eyes filled with tears.
“Because your mother was here.”
Pregnancy& Maternity
Daniel looked confused.
“What does that have to do with anything?”
Rachel gave a broken laugh.
“You really don’t know.”
Three weeks earlier, Daniel had been at work late.
A shipment had arrived at the hardware store, and he had stayed to help unload everything.
That evening, Margaret had visited Rachel.
She had not come with dinner.
