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pumpkin, wobbling like a Jenga game gone wrong. A s

low at first

towards

ved, shoving him hard.

, a crushing weight and

ER lights, my head throbbing. A nurs

he said gently. "You

e on his knee. Jessica, my daughter, and Karen,

om!" Jessica snapped, her voice sharp

Sarah, you need to be more careful. Dragging a child

way," I said, my voice

ssica said, her arms crossed. "His Thank

n and needed stitches, but Brayde

erent. They would have asked if I was okay first. But they

oncussion and a nasty gash. We'll need to put in a few stitches. Bray

his is just great. What about

have believed this. He'd left me our house, paid off, a small piece