Two weeks before the verdict.
Dorothy sat on the living room floor with Kylee propped against the Boppy pillow. Almost six months old now. Growing so fast.
“Come on, sweet girl. You can do it.” Dorothy moved a few feet back, holding out a rattle.
Kylee wobbled, her arms flailing slightly as she tried to balance. She’d been working on sitting up for the past week. Could do it for a few seconds before toppling over.
“That’s it. Just a little longer.”
Kylee’s face scrunched in concentration. Five seconds. Ten. Fifteen.
Then she pitched forward, and Dorothy caught her.
“Good try! You’re getting so strong.”
Dorothy pulled Kylee into her lap and studied her face. Six months had changed her dramatically. The newborn features had given way to something more defined. Her eyes were darker no
