Rhys fell out of the back of our car.
Not an easy sentence to look at, I know. It was my fault. The car wasn't moving. Rachel had been changing his diaper. I walked away, not thinking that he would crawl up and out of the back of the car. I was wrong, of course. That became quite clear. I was saying goodbye to a friend in the parking lot of the restaurant where we had all eaten breakfast. Next thing I know.... the tears, the guilt, the blood from his lips, the little strawberry near the eye....
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