Joel's POVBy the time we got back from the hospital, it was already late. The lights were on, and the front door was unlocked. My wife, Sienna Fairchild, was already home. A few plates of half-eaten food were sitting on the dining table.The second our daughter, Abby Whitman, saw her, her eyes welled up with tears. She yanked free of my hand and threw herself into Sienna's arms, sobbing out every bit of her hurt."Mommy, my arm hurts so much. Why didn't you come see me?"Sienna's gaze landed on the bandaged right arm, and her brow furrowed. Instead of showing any concern, the first thing out of her mouth was blame."Abby, were you messing around again? How did you manage to do this to yourself?"The accusation came out of nowhere, and the look in Abby's eyes went blank.Anger flared in my chest, and when I finally spoke, my voice came out rough. "I called you. Why didn't you pick up? Our daughter fell down the stairs, and you couldn't even come to the hospital?"Sienna
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