I pushed the door open.
My father was standing beside the bed, holding a white towel.
There was a first-aid kit next to him.
“DAD! WHERE IS EMMA?”
He turned around in shock.
“Anna, please, calm down!”
I ran toward the bathroom.
I opened the door.
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Emma was sitting on the edge of the bathtub.
Her right foot was resting in a small basin filled with water.
Her foot was red, and the area around her heel was swollen.
“MOMMY!”
She burst into tears.
I wrapped my arms around her.
“What happened to you, sweetheart?”
My father approached us, but I shouted:
“STAY AWAY!”
Emma grabbed my hand.
“Mommy, Grandpa didn’t do anything wrong!”
I looked at her foot.
“Then why does it look like this?”
My father spoke quietly.
“We need to take her to a doctor. I’ve already called for help.”
