Nobody asked if she was okay.
Nobody cared.
As I held my trembling wife in my arms, I realized something.
This night wasn’t going to end with an apology.
It was going to end with consequences…
Part 2
For one terrible second, Emily’s entire weight collapsed against me.
“Emily!”
Her fingers dug into my shirt as another wave of pain tightened across her stomach. Her face twisted, and a broken cry escaped her lips.
I swept her into my arms.
Behind us, my mother finally appeared in the kitchen doorway—not because she was worried, but because the shattered plate had interrupted her television show.
“What happened now?” Teresa asked, sounding irritated.
“Call an ambulance,” I said.
She stared at me. “An ambulance? Ethan, don’t be ridiculous. She probably has gas. Pregnant women are dramatic.”
Emily whimpered against my chest.
I looked at my mother, and whatever she saw in my face made her take one step backward.
