“Dad, you’re so silly,” she sniffled, wiping her nose with the back of her hand.
It happened in a fraction of a second, yet Piper’s mind would remember it as a slow-motion cascade of doom. Her left foot, clad in a fuzzy slipper shaped like a frog, betrayed her. It slipped on a rogue Hot Wheels car that had been lying in ambush on the carpet. Her body tilted. The tower shivered. Piper’s arms windmilled like a tiny, panicked weather vane. piper perri fall down dad
“Only mostly dead,” he replied, cracking one eye open. “There’s a cure, you know.” “Dad, you’re so silly,” she sniffled, wiping her
Outside, the October sun dipped lower, casting long golden shadows through the window. The fallen leaves continued to gather on the lawn, but inside the Perri house, the only thing that mattered was the sound of a little girl giggling in her father’s arms, learning that the world is full of falls—and full of hands ready to help you back up. It slipped on a rogue Hot Wheels car