She obeyed silently.
Then Dr. Harris went completely still.
His gloved hand paused inside her mouth.
I watched his eyes narrow slightly as he examined the inside of her cheek.
Then he slowly removed his tools.
“How long has she had this injury?” he asked.
“Injury?” I repeated.
Daniel answered first.
“She bites her cheeks when she sleeps.”
Dr. Harris looked at him again.
This time longer.
Too long.
Then he smiled politely.
“I’d like to take an X-ray.”
Daniel crossed his arms immediately.
“For a toothache?”
“Just to rule things out.”
The room suddenly felt colder.
Lily’s hands were shaking in her lap.
And then I noticed something horrifying:
She wasn’t looking at me.
She was watching Daniel.
Watching him the way hostages watch unstable people.
The hygienist led Lily to the imaging room while Daniel stayed behind with me.
The second the door closed, Dr. Harris lowered his voice.
“Has Lily had any falls recently?”
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