Nova
I thought I had successfully avoided the red vomit Lila had predicted. I didn’t feed them the strawberry ice cream with strawberry syrup despite how thoughtful it was of Chef Francois to stock it for the girls. I even made a dessert out of fruit to avoid giving the girls too much sugar.
Yet Emma came rushing into the kitchen where I was cleaning up after I had tucked them all in, saying that Lila was throwing up.
It wasn’t red from strawberry ice cream or syrup.
It was red from blood.
It took Dominic and Susie less time to speed home after my call than it took for me to get Lila ready for transport. My boss and sister barged through the front door while I cradled my sweet girl in my arms and she held onto the bowl she continued vomiting in. She couldn’t seem to stop puking up
