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

grabbed the metal IV stand.

For one impossible second, I thought she would threaten me with it. Instead, she swung.

The pole slammed into my stomach.

Pain detonated through me. I heard someone scream. Maybe it was me. Maybe it was my baby.

My father caught my shoulder before I hit the floor, not to help me, but to shove me away from Mara’s bed.

“How dare continue reading …