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 bl*d. “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…

“Oh my God.”

For one second, Khloe sounded afraid.

Emma tried to move.

Agony exploded through her leg and abdomen.

Something inside her tightened sharply.

Wrong.

This pain felt wrong.

Her trembling hand slid across her stomach.

“Please,” she whispered.

Not again.

She had already survived two miscarriages before this pregnancy.

Not this baby.

Not Luna.