Allison' POV
Lily was slept, her cheek squished against the window, Mr. Fluff clutched tight to her chest.
“I need to take her to the hospital,” I said, my voice cracking a little.
I stared at Lily in the rearview mirror, half-expecting her to jolt awake, crying again.
The zookeeper said she's fine—just a scrape on the knee—but what if she hit her head? What if there's something wrong we can't see?
Like… like a concussion, or something worse?
My throat felt tight, and I had to swallow hard to keep the panic down.
I replayed the fall over and over in my head: Lily slipping, the fence passing by her waist, the ostriches hissing.
I'd been holding her hand—how had I let her fall?
I turned around to brush a strand of hair off Lily's forehead.
And then I quickly w
