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…

thought about her own bones, her own skull, her own skin.

Only the baby.

Protect the baby.

The first impact slammed through her knees and hips.

The second cracked pain up her spine like lightning.

The third knocked the breath from her lungs.

She hit step after step, her body twisting in ways that did not feel human. Her shoulder struck the wall. Her ankle continue reading …