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…

the world had tilted violently forward, and her body was no longer her own. Her balance was gone. Her feet were gone. The only thing left was instinct.

She remembered the carpet first.

That was the strange part, the detail her mind grabbed as gravity took command of her body. Not the sound of Khloe’s sharp breath behind her. Not the sting of her sister’s continue reading …