Chapter 81 She Could Be Dying
- Neil and I run to the baby’s room. Mia’s cries are loud through the monitor, but they are even louder in person. I rush to her crib side and peer down.
- She threw up on herself. There’s light green goopy vomit down the front of her onesie. Some has spilled over, down onto the crib sheet.
- “She got sick,” I say. I rush behind me, toward the changing table and grab a towel.