“She’s being dramatic again,” Khloe said while walking carefully downstairs. “I barely touched her.”

“You pushed me,” Emma whispered.

Khloe stopped immediately.

“I did not.”

“You pushed me.”

“Emma,” Diane snapped sharply. “Enough.”

“There’s blood,” Emma said.

She tried pushing herself upright and nearly blacked out from pain.

“Mom,” she begged. “I need a hospital. The baby—”

“You’re fine,” her father called from the living room.

He didn’t even come into the hallway.

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…