The Rest Is Light
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I tried to grab it, but he shoved me back hard, and I tumbled to the floor once more.
"No excuses!" Nash's fury was boiling over as he jabbed a finger at the doll.
"Ever since your sister came out of your room, she's been covered in rashes and can barely breathe. The doctor says it's an acrylic allergy. What else could it be, if not this junky toy?"
He lifted his arm.
"Please, no!"
Crash!
The porcelain doll lay in pieces before me.
"Mom… Mom!"
I crouched and shakily tried to gather the broken fragments. Alas, no matter how gently I tried, the doll was beyond repair.