On Christmas

into my arms.

“Oh, baby. No. No, you saved her.”

“She hit her knee.”

“You saved her life.”

Lily shook against me.

“I was scared Santa wouldn’t find us.”

I closed my eyes.

I wanted to scream until the windows shattered.

But I didn’t.

Not there.

Not in front of my girls.

I held Lily, and I held Emma’s hand, and I let the police take my statement. When they asked continue reading …