too sensitive.

You know how Khloe gets.

Emma had heard those excuses her entire life.

Another painful cramp hit her stomach.

“Mom!” Emma cried.

Slow footsteps finally approached.

Her mother, Diane, appeared holding a dish towel.

She looked at Emma lying twisted on the floor.

At the blood.

At her swollen belly.

And sighed.

Not screamed.

Not panicked.

Sighed.

“She’s continue reading …

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