Caleb was sitting on the edge of the mat, nursing a cold pack on his wrist. Emma sat beside him, handing him a paper cup of water.
Choose Area Rugs
I walked over and sat down on the canvas next to my son.
“How’s the arm?” I asked.
“It’s fine, Mom,” Caleb said, keeping his eyes on his sneakers. Then he paused, his jaw tightening. “I’m sorry I got pushed down. I tried to stay up, but—”
“Stop,” I interrupted gently, placing a hand on his shoulder.