Spoiler: I absolutely freaked out. Not on the outside. My voice didn’t even raise a decibel. But inside, it was a full-blown, five-alarm internal meltdown. “What’s going on, honey?” I asked, my voice terrifyingly calm as I slowly got to my feet.

She turned the camera. Her leg was resting on a hotel pillow. It was swollen, red, and a deep, angry purple. The skin was stretched taut along her ankle and shin. It wasn’t just bruised; it was ballooned. It looked wrong.

“I think I broke it,” she said, her voice flat.