He bolted from my arms, tripped in the living room, and fell on the carpeted floor with a small thud, where he curled up into a ball and sobbed in agony.
I stared at him for a long moment. I felt completely out of my depth. Scared. Bewildered. He could have killed himself running out into the street. It had happened so fast, so unexpectedly. I stood there, staring down, breathing heavily.
Get it together,I thought, rubbing a nervous hand across my face.
I crouched down, lightly touched his shoulder.
He was oblivious to me now. He had his face in his hands, his eyes squeezed shut. He had retreated to some place in his mind, some place of safety, some place where the bad guys couldn’t get him.
I sat down, gathered him to me, held him in my arms.
He did not resist, did not seem to care.
“Hush, now, buddy,” I whispered, stroking his hair. “Everything’s going to be fine.”