"No!" Samantha banged on the highchair and then clawed at the bib. "I'm not a baby! I'm not!"
Molly picked her up from the highchair, pressing her close. She stroked Samantha's hair and whispered, "I know. It's all right. Everything will be all right."
The door banged open then. Rough hands snatched Samantha out of Molly's arms. She cried out, reaching towards Molly, who only stood there with tears in her eyes.