I opened my mouth to protest, but stopped.
She wasn’t describing what I would actually have done.
She was describing what she feared.
Josh ran a hand over his face, looking troubled.
“I knew the accident upset you. I didn’t realize you were still carrying it around like this.”
“I didn’t want you thinking I couldn’t cope.”
He looked toward the room where Finn was sleeping.
“Megan, being scared doesn’t make you a bad mother. But hiding things from people who love us isn’t helping.”
She started crying again.
I wanted to comfort her, but I also needed to say something.
“Megan, I understand why the scars upset you. And I’m glad Finn recovered. But tonight he was crying because he was too warm. You can’t keep him bundled up just because you’re afraid somebody might see his shoulder.”
She nodded.
