Zara's face ashen as she heard Zane's voice change from excitement to disappointment. "Mommy is really sorry, baby," she said softly, trying to soothe his fragile emotions. "You remember my leg was already hurt, right? Last night, I twisted it again accidentally, and it got worse. The doctor said I have to stay in bed for a while."
There was a small pause. Then Zane asked in a low, concerned voice, "Is it hurting a lot?"
Zara's throat tightened. "Not much. It'll get better if I rest properly." Her voice dropped to a whisper.
"Then you should rest," Zane said firmly. "Don't go anywhere. We can go next time."
Zara's eyes shimmered. That calm, understanding voice coming from someone so young tugged fiercely at her heart. His maturity often startled her. The guilt twisted her chest.
Still, she tried to lift his spirits. "Don't cancel your trip, sweetheart. Go with Daddy. Enjoy your day."