In the hospital room, I watched in horror as my sister yanked out her oxygen tube and

she screamed. Your mother picked up the IV stand before anyone checked Mara’s vitals.”

My pulse steadied.

“There’s more,” David said. “Mara texted your mother ten minutes earlier.”

He turned the tablet.

Mara: I’ll do it now. Make sure she can’t keep the baby or the house after this.

My breath left me.

“They targeted the wrong woman,” David said.

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