It was the kind of sound that escaped him before he realized he was making it—a sharp breath, then another, his face folding as he turned away from the bed. He pressed his hands to his eyes, furious at himself, terrified of what had been happening to his daughter while he stood there guessing.
“I don’t understand,” he said hoarsely. “We did everything right. We watched her. We took her in. We—” His voice cracked. “Something is hurting her.” Carrie reached for him, but the doctor was already moving again.