He asked me to repeat a party when I said no one called emergencies.
He also noted that the clock on the board was 3:42 when he arrived at the hospital.
The first document I saw was the admission form.
Then came the initial clinical report.
Then the social work intervention note.
Paper after paper, chaos began to become something that could be sustained in front of other adults.
That’s what violent people fear from documents.
They don’t cry. They are not distracted. They do not forget the order of the facts.
When Lily finally stopped screaming and began to moan under the medication, the social worker pulled up the chair.
He lowered his voice.
“Do you think this was intentional?” he asked.
I didn’t answer right away.
I looked at my daughter.
His eyes were swollen with tears and wet eyelashes stuck in small groups.
The gauze covered part of his neck.
