Chapter 6 - The Call I Didn't Want To Make
I didn't take Sophie back to the living room. I carried her down the hall to the bedroom and closed the door halfway, just enough that Claire would hear the click and think I was putting Sophie down for a rest. Sophie's arms were still locked around my neck. Her pajamas had ridden up a little in the back and I could feel how hot her skin was under the thin cotton.
"It's okay to let go now," I whispered. "You're safe in here."
She nodded against my shoulder but didn't let go right away. I sat on the edge of the bed with her in my lap and reached for my phone on the nightstand. Claire was still in the kitchen. I could hear the faint clink of the glass being set down on the counter.
I kept my voice low and put the phone on speaker at the lowest volume, cupping my hand around it. I called Sophie's pediatric office first. The front desk transferred me to the nurse line after I said it wasn't breathing or bleeding but a possible ingestion.
"This is Daniel Harper, my daughter Sophie is six," I said. "She told me this morning she drank something yesterday that made her feel strange. Her mom's girlfriend poured my orange juice this morning and Sophie said she put something in it. It's an opaque orange juice, in a clear glass. Sophie said after she drank some last time she felt really strange and it was awful — like dizzy, not herself."
Sophie watched my mouth while I talked. I kept one hand on her back.
The nurse didn't interrupt. When I finished she asked, "When did she drink it yesterday, and how much? Is she drowsy right now, pale, slurred speech?"
"Yesterday afternoon, I think. She said a sip or two," I said. I looked at Sophie. "Are you sleepy right now?" She shook her head. "She says no. She seems alert, just scared. She was clammy last night, I thought it was a bug."
"Okay, Daniel, here's what I need you to do," the nurse said, her tone shifting to that flat, careful cadence nurses use when they don't want you to panic but want you to move. "Do not let anyone ingest any of that juice. Do not pour it out. Save the sample exactly as it is. Bring her in today for an exam, same day, even if she looks fine. And call poison control right after we hang up so they have it logged. Watch for drowsiness, unsteady walking, confusion, slow breathing. If any of that happens, go to the ER."
I felt my jaw tighten. "Even if it was just a sip?"
"Yes," she said. "Especially with a child. And if there's a prescription involved, bring the bottle or a photo of it if you can find it."
I thanked her and she gave me a direct number to call back and a same-day appointment window. I wrote the time down on the back of a receipt on the nightstand with a shaking hand — 11:20 a.m.
I called poison control next, same low speaker. I repeated the same description — clear glass, opaque orange juice, child had a prior exposure with dizziness and that awful feeling, adult was being pressured to drink it now. The specialist asked if I knew what the substance could be.
"I think it might be a sedative or anxiety medication," I said. "There's a suitcase in the hall, there may be pills in there. I haven't looked closely yet."
"Don't taste or smell it," he said. "Keep it sealed, refrigerated if you can, and keep it out of reach but preserved. Take photos of the glass where it is before you move it. Bring the child in, bring the sample if the clinic will take it, or keep it for law enforcement if needed. And don't confront the person who prepared it until the child is safe and you've spoken to her doctor."
That last line landed like a hand on my chest. I nodded even though he couldn't see me.
"I understand," I said.
When I hung up, Sophie was staring at the phone. "Are you in trouble, Dad?" she whispered.
"No, sweetheart," I said. "You did exactly the right thing telling me. Those people on the phone help kids feel better. They said we need to keep your juice glass safe and let a doctor check you, just to be sure."
She frowned. "Are we going to the doctor now?"
"Pretty soon," I said. "But first I need to do something in the kitchen real quick. I need you to stay right here on the bed for two minutes. Can you do that?"
She nodded.
I stepped into the hallway and listened. Claire was still in the kitchen, her back to the hallway now, rinsing something in the sink. The glass was on the counter by the white cabinets, exactly where she'd left it, the orange liquid still opaque and still. The dark rolling suitcase was still by the wall with its handle up.
I didn't say anything to her. I just picked up my phone, opened the camera, and took three quick photos of the glass from above and from the side, getting the cabinets and the countertop in the frame for location. The shutter sound was off. Then I slid the glass carefully onto a small saucer so I wouldn't have to grip the rim, carried it to the refrigerator, and placed it on the top shelf pushed all the way to the back, behind the milk.
Claire turned. "What are you doing?"
"Making room," I said evenly. "Sophie's got a check-in this morning, nurse wants to see her after that bug last night. I told them I'd bring her in around eleven. Just keeping this cold till I clean it later."
She smiled that same fixed smile, but her eyes flicked to the fridge door. "She doesn't need a doctor for a little stomach ache."
"They said to bring her anyway," I said. I closed the fridge. "It's easy, we can grab lunch after. You good here for an hour?"
She held the smile a second too long. "Sure," she said. "Of course."
In the bedroom, Sophie was sitting exactly where I'd left her, her legs dangling off the bed. I knelt so we were eye level.
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"We're going for a quick ride to the clinic," I whispered. "Then we'll get pancakes. You don't need to talk to Claire about the juice again until the doctor does, okay? Just stay with me."
She leaned forward and wrapped her arms around my neck again. I breathed in and held her there, feeling the refrigerator humming down the hall where the glass was now sealed and cold behind the milk, the photos time-stamped on my phone, and the appointment holding a space open for us at 11:20.
