But Michael wasn’t so sure anymore.
One rainy evening, Clara was late coming home from the grocery store. Lily sat by the window, worry etched across her face. When Michael offered to pick her up, the phone rang.
It was the hospital.
“There’s been an accident,” a nurse said.
He rushed to the emergency room, heart pounding. Clara was conscious but pale, her arm in a sling. “A driver ran a red light,” the nurse explained. “She’s lucky to be alive.”
When Michael stepped into her room, Clara gave him a weak smile. “I’m sorry about dinner, sir. I didn’t mean to worry Lily.”
“Don’t apologize,” he said, his voice cracking. “You saved us more than you know.”
That night, when he brought her home, Lily ran into her arms, sobbing. “Don’t ever leave us again!”
Clara hugged her tightly. “Never, sweetheart. I promise.”
