“I think the pain may be coming from repeated trauma.”
My stomach dropped.
“Trauma?”
Daniel laughed lightly.
“She grinds her teeth.”
Dr. Harris didn’t answer immediately.
Instead, he crouched beside Lily.
“Sweetheart,” he said gently, “has anyone hurt your mouth?”
Lily froze.
Completely froze.
Daniel’s voice sharpened instantly.
“She’s ten. You’re scaring her.”
But Dr. Harris never looked away from Lily.
And then—
very slowly—
tears filled my daughter’s eyes.
I stopped breathing.
“Lily?” I whispered.
Her lip trembled.
Then Daniel stood up abruptly.
