I reread it three times, certain I was hallucinating from shock. My fingers moved stiffly, bones like ice.

Mom, I can’t. I’m in the hospital with Daisy. She’s on life support.

Another buzz. Mom again. The casual cruelty of her reply made my heart break in a fresh, new way.

You always ruin everything with your selfish drama.

Drama. My baby was fighting for her life, and my mother called it drama. Then my sister, Madison, chimed in on the group chat.

Stop being so dramatic. Kids get hurt all the time.