Eve got some shots today. I told her, this is the price we pay for health.
She cried. Loud. Betrayal was etched in the wide O of her mouth, the set of her brow. I told her, Shh. Shh. It's okay. It's almost over. It's over.
Eric held her tightly, rocked her to soothe her cries. I fed her, gently kissing her balled up fist. I told her, we've got you. You're safe with us.
She fell asleep on the train home, her pain forgotten, like I told her it would be.