Daisy sat quietly in the back seat humming to herself, completely unaware of the fear building inside me, and that innocence made the situation feel even more overwhelming.
When we arrived at the clinic, the staff recognized the urgency in my voice and quickly led us into an examination room without asking unnecessary questions.
Dr. Kevin Foster entered the room calmly at first, greeting Daisy with a warm smile before turning his attention toward me as I handed him the bottle.
The moment his eyes scanned the label, his expression changed dramatically as the color drained from his face, and his composure slipped in a way I had never seen before.
His hands began to tremble slightly before he placed the bottle down on the table with a sharp motion that made Daisy flinch in surprise.
“Do you have any idea what this medication is,” he asked firmly, his voice carrying a controlled intensity that made my heart sink even further. “Why is a four year old child taking something like this.”
My throat felt dry as I struggled to respond, forcing the words out despite the fear pressing against my chest.