I crouched slowly so I was eye level with her. “Hey,” I said, keeping my voice steady. “You okay?”
She shook her head immediately. “He hurt Mommy,” she said. “There was blood everywhere. She wouldn’t wake up.”
The world went quiet.
In my life, I’ve seen things most people don’t come back from. War does that. So do certain kinds of nights in certain kinds of places.
But hearing that from a child?