PART 1
My daughter Grace di3d at five, and I used to think the worst moment of my life was hearing the doctor say she didn’t make it.
I was wrong.
The real worst moment came a week later, when I found a note hidden inside her pink sweater that read:
“Your husband is lying to you. Watch the video. Alone.”
Grace had been fine at first. Then she developed a fever on a Tuesday. By Thursday, she was in a hospital bed with monitors attached and a red allergy band on her wrist.
I kept warning everyone: “Penicillin allergy. Severe. Please note it.”
They nodded every time.