PART 2: DANGEROUS INDIFFERENCE
The phone was ripped violently from my hand before the call could complete its first ring.
Linda stood over me, a smug smirk on her face as she tossed my phone onto the far end of the kitchen island, well out of my reach.
“Don’t be such a drama queen, Emily,” she sneered, folding her arms. “Daniel is busy. You’re not ruining his afternoon because you’re having a few Braxton Hicks and a little leak.”
“It’s not a leak!” I gasped, doubled over as agony tore through my midsection. The horrifying reality that made my blood run cold wasn’t just the intense pain—it was the sight of dark, crimson blood pooling rapidly on the floor, mixing with the amniotic fluid.
This wasn’t normal labor. The violent impact of Ryan’s jump had caused something far more dangerous.
Margaret looked at the growing pool of blood, then back at me. For a second, I saw a flicker of realization in her eyes, but it was quickly replaced by a cold, hardened indifference.
“Clean that up,” she commanded harshly. “You’re staining my rug. If you can walk to the bathroom, you’re fine.”
I realized then that they weren’t just being mean; they were deeply delusional. They were so committed to “putting me in my place” that they were actively ignoring a life-threatening medical emergency.
I tried to stand, but a wave of severe dizziness crashed over me, causing my vision to tunnel into darkness. I knew if I stayed on that floor, my baby and I wouldn’t survive the hour.
I locked eyes with the smart speaker on the side table—a gift I’d given Margaret for Christmas. “Alexa,” I croaked, my voice cracking with desperation. “Call Daniel!”
“Alexa, stop!” Linda shouted, swiping at the air as if to cut off the sound. “See? She’s obsessed with him. Can’t even handle a simple stomach ache without her husband.”
(Will Daniel arrive in time to save his wife and unborn child? Click “Next Page” to continue reading…)
