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…

flecks — the same ugly carpet her mother chose years ago because it “hid dirt well.”

Then came the terror.

Emma’s arms instantly wrapped around her stomach.

Protect the baby.

That was her only thought as her body crashed down the stairs.

Her knees slammed into wood.

Pain shot through her spine.

Her ankle twisted painfully beneath her.

Her shoulder struck the continue reading …