How did it get there?
How could something like this get through quality control?
What if he hadn’t noticed?
My mind raced through all the possibilities in a matter of seconds.
The immediate aftermath
First instinct: make sure he was okay.
She hadn’t swallowed anything.
She hadn’t drowned.
She hadn’t bitten him.
But the surprise on his face told me it was more than just an “unpleasant moment.”
It was a betrayal.
It was his favorite treat.
The one he trusted.
The one he looked forward to.
And now, I felt insecure.
I quickly put the cone aside.
We wash his hands.
We rinse his mouth.
We sat down together at the table.
His hands were shaking slightly.
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