“Mom always ate vitamins when she got sad,” Emily said quietly, “but I don’t think they made her happy.” I looked back at Danny and was met with a stony gaze. I licked my dry lips and gently whispered, “Emily...did you ever take your mom’s vitamins?” Emily said nothing for a long time, her hand fidgeting in mine. After some time, I heard her speak again, very gently. “I’m sorry. I know I’m not supposed to.” I squeezed her hand. “It’s OK, Emily. You’re a good kid.”
