Chapter 3 - The examination
Dr. Kayla Moreno examined Rosie.
She was careful.
No rushing.
No dramatic facial reactions.
She checked Rosie’s cheek.
Arms.
Shoulders.
Back.
Hands.
Eyes.
No fracture suspected.
No serious head injury signs.
The cheek bruise appeared superficial.
The round marks on the arms were stranger.
Small.
Nearly uniform.
Dr. Moreno asked Rosie:
“Do you know how these happened?”
Rosie looked at me.
I said:
“You can tell Dr. Moreno whatever you remember.”
Rosie whispered:
“Aunt Bethany’s game.”
Dr. Moreno did not ask:
What terrible thing did Aunt Bethany do?
She asked:
“Tell me about the game.”
Rosie pulled her sleeves downward.
“I don’t want to.”
“That’s okay.”
She stopped.
That restraint mattered later.
The hospital contacted child protective services and law enforcement because Rosie had identified an adult relative as the person who hurt her.
I gave the photographs.
Then admitted something before anybody asked.
“I hit Bethany.”
The nurse looked at me.
“One punch.”
“Was Rosie in your arms?”
“Yes.”
“Did Bethany physically threaten Rosie at that moment?”
“No.”
That answer hurt.
I had not punched her to stop an immediate attack.
I punched her because I saw my daughter’s face and lost control.
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Context mattered.
So did responsibility.
