**Mira's POV — Friday Afternoon**
The call came from the school at 2:17 PM.
"Dr. Whitmore, this is Brielle's Principal . Brielle had an accident on the playground. She's okay, but she fell from the climbing structure. We think she may have sprained her wrist. Can you come pick her up?"
Mira's hands shook as she grabbed her keys. "I'll be there in ten minutes."
She made it in seven.
The nurse's office was familiar territory. She'd been here dozens of times for other children's emergencies. But seeing Brielle sitting on the exam table, cradling her wrist, tears streaming down her face—
"Mommy!" Brielle reached for her with her good hand.
Mira pulled her close, checked the injury with practiced efficiency. Swollen. Tender. Probably a sprain, but maybe a fracture.
"We
