Reed
I kept my grip strictly on her uninjured hand, terrified of hurting her further.
Then I looked down at William, who was staring at us with wide, worried eyes.
"It's okay, William." I forced my voice to soften, hiding the pure panic flooding through my veins. "Mommy just got a little scratch. Daddy is going to put a bandage on it. Stay right here and finish the river, okay? We will be right back."
"Okay." William nodded, clutching his blue paintbrush.
I didn't wait another second. I led Wendy out of the living room and toward the sweeping grand staircase.
I practically carried her up the steps, resting my hand on her back.
"Reed, really, you are overreacting." Wendy tried to soothe me as I guided her down the hall and into our master suite. "It doesn't even hurt that much."
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