My sister pushed me down the stairs at 8 months pregnant. “Apologize for making her angry,” mom demanded as I bled. “You know how stressed she is with her divorce.” I apologized. Then I made one phone call. They had no idea what I would do next…

pregnancy or the lightning twinges her doctor had told her were normal as ligaments stretched and organs shifted.

This was sharper.

Lower.

Wrong.

Her hand slid down her belly, searching for movement.

“Please,” she whispered.

The word came out barely louder than air.

Please.

Not again.

That was the thought beneath all thoughts. It rose from the same dark place continue reading …