“Mommy, I don’t want to see the doctor.”
“It’ll be okay, sweetie.” Mrs. Clark smiled into the
rearview mirror at Hunter, doing her best to sound cheerful. But he could see
the strain in her face and worry in her eyes.
She quickly turned back to the road to avoid Hunter’s
confused look. Her hands clenched the wheel, causing her forearms to flex and
the veins in her hands to stick out. Hunter fell silent. He didn’t understand
why his mom said everything was alright when it wasn’t. He scratched the discolored
bump on his head, and he was scared.
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