Raina
“MOMMY, I WANNA go home,” pouted Billy. He was sitting on Joanna’s lap while we waited for the doctor to return. Fortunately, my wound wasn’t as bad as I’d thought and had only required stitches. The bullet had barely grazed my leg.
“I know. We’re almost done here,” I said, squeezing his knee. “Then we’ll go home.”
“Did you bwing Bunny?”
Bunny, a brown floppy-eared rabbit, was his favorite stuffed animal and he’d dragged it around everywhere. I’d slept with it ever since the night Billy had been pronounced dead. “No. I’m sorry. But, he’s waiting for you at home.”
“I want him now,” he demanded.
“Soon,” I replied. “We’re waiting for the doctor to write a prescription to help your ear.” I’d already given him children’s pain reliever medicine. Apparently, he really had been shot, b
