Page 108 of A Dream for Daphne

“Just my feelings. I made Daphne hurt her arm,” Holly said, wailing.

“It’s fine, Holly. I’m going to be fine. It’s nothing. Don’t be upset.”

Reese walked over and put Holly on the ground and then reached for Tatum in Mac’s arms. The baby was actually sleeping now. He’d probably tired himself out throwing up.

“Looks like it’s more than nothing,” Reese said. “Geez, I’m sorry, Daphne. Holly knows better.”

“It’s my fault.”

“It’s no one’s fault,” Abe said. “You can’t be in two places at once.”

“Don’t blame yourself,” Reese said. “I know my daughter is a handful. She might have had a few too many Pop-Tarts this morning. She was a bit wound up.”

If she’d known that, she would have tried to let Holly run around the yard a bit more, but it’s not like she needed those things reported to her.

“It’s fine,” she said. “Abe, can you help me up? They should be able to pop something like this back in place, right?”

She looked down to see her arm hanging there and gagged.

“Oh boy,” Reese said. “You just got white. Don’t look. Let’s call an ambulance.”

“No,” she said. “I’m already embarrassed enough. I don’t want to do that.”

“I’ll take her now,” Abe said.

“I’m going to call Poppy. She’ll see if Daisy can call Theo. Maybe we can get you in with him quickly if he’s around.”

Normally she didn’t like favors, but at this point, she didn’t care.

“Anything to make this quicker,” she said.

“Are you sure you’re okay to walk?” Abe asked. “I want to carry you, but I’m afraid to hurt you.”

“I can walk,” she said. “Just don’t let me trip and fall.”

He put his arm around her right side and walked with her to his truck, then helped her in.

“Do you have your phone?” Reese asked. She hadn’t realized he was on his phone talking.

“Yes,” she said.

“Poppy is going to talk to Daisy now, then someone is going to text or call you soon.”

“Thanks,” she said. “I appreciate it.”

“Just head to the ER,” Reese said. “Poppy will let you know if you can go to Theo’s office. If you don’t hear from her, you’re at least at the ER.”

Abe started the truck and drove away. “I wish I could give you something for the pain.”

He was taking it easy to not jar her around. “I don’t feel anything. It’s completely numb now. I hope that isn’t a bad sign.”

“Don’t think like that,” he said.

“I’m going to lay my head back and close my eyes. I don’t want to think or focus. If my eyes are open, I see my hand lying in my lap. I’d rather not.”

“Good idea,” he said. “I’ll turn the music up so it will distract you.”

“Sure. We can say that might work.”

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