My sister pu.s.h.ed me d.o.w.n 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…

bad.”

Emma felt something inside her finally crack.

This wasn’t about arguments anymore.

This wasn’t about family tension.

Her daughter was in danger.

“I need an ambulance,” Emma said.

Diane’s lips tightened.

“Apologize first.”

Emma looked at all three of them.

Her mother.

Her father.

Her sister.

All protecting the person who pushed her.

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