Emmy’s eyes widen, then drop to her lap. I see her mom catch her dad’s eye. She fires a sort of nonverbal warning shot, and her dad turns back to look at me. “I just meant because you pulled her out of that fire,” Rob says. “You basically saved her life.” “Technically, he didn’t,” Emmy mumbles without looking up. “She’s right,” I say. “Technically, I only carried her because she was too stubborn to come with me when I told her to.”
