Glimmer of Truth, Born to Warmth
He banished us both to the basement.
That night, Emma, burning with a fever, curled up in my arms. She sobbed, "Mom, am I bad? Did I make Dad mad?"
I touched her scalding forehead, frantic. I banged on the locked basement door and begged George to get a doctor.
Through the door's crack, I saw his cold, unyielding face. "What's with the act? It's just a fever. She will get over it."
His words, more scary than the damp, suffocating basement, left me breathless.
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