My brother snapped my arm while my parents stood by, insisting it was just “rough play.” They didn’t know the emergency room doctor was a mandatory reporter — and that he had already flagged my record as “suspicious trauma” six times this year…
My brother snapped my arm while my parents stood by, insisting it was just “rough play.” They didn’t know the emergency room doctor was a mandatory reporter — and that he had already flagged my record as “suspicious trauma” six times this year…
Ethan Miller hadn’t meant to break my arm—at least that’s what he would later insist—but in the moment, all I knew was the crack. A bright, burning crack that shot up my elbow and sent me collapsing onto the wooden floor of our living room. I remember looking up at him, stunned, while he stared back with that half-apologetic, half-defensive look he always wore when things got out of hand. He muttered, “Come on, Liam, it was just a chokehold. You twisted wrong.”
