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…

Emma stared at her in disbelief.

The words felt horribly familiar.

You’re overreacting.

You’re 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.