Chapter 2 – The Night Everything Broke
The words hit me harder than anything I had ever heard.
"Michael... I think something's wrong with the baby."
Every ounce of anger vanished.
Fear replaced it.
"Emma, look at me."
She couldn't.
Her face had turned ghostly white.
Another sharp pain ripped through her body, and she doubled over, clutching her stomach.
Then I saw it.
A thin trail of blood slowly running down her leg.
My heart stopped.
"No..."
I scooped her into my arms and rushed toward the front door.
Behind me, my mother's irritated voice echoed through the apartment.
"Where do you think you're going? Dinner isn't even cleaned up."
I turned.
For the first time in thirty-four years...
I looked at my family like strangers.
"My wife is bleeding."
Silence.
One of my sisters rolled her eyes.
"It's probably just pregnancy hormones."
Another shrugged.
"Women exaggerate everything."
My mother's expression remained cold.
"If she had spent less time crying and more time helping around the house, she wouldn't be so weak."
Something inside me snapped.
I walked back.
Slowly.
Calmly.
Until I stood directly in front of the television.
Then I grabbed it with both hands.
And threw it onto the hardwood floor.
The seventy-inch screen exploded into hundreds of pieces.
Everyone screamed.
"You wanted my attention?"
"You have it now."
I pointed toward the hallway.
"My wife has been cleaning up after four perfectly healthy adults while carrying my child."
"You watched."
"You laughed."
"You broke her."
My mother stood.
"How dare you disrespect me!"
I looked her straight in the eyes.
"No."
"You disrespected yourself."
Then I walked out.
Without looking back.
The emergency room doors burst open.
"Nurse!"
"My wife is eight months pregnant!"
"She's bleeding!"
Within seconds, doctors surrounded Emma.
Someone gently pulled her from my arms.
Another nurse stopped me.
"You need to wait here."
The doors closed.
I was alone.
For nearly two hours.
Every minute felt like a lifetime.
Finally...
A doctor stepped outside.
"Mr. Carter?"
I stood immediately.
"Your wife is stable."
My knees nearly gave out.
"But..."
My heart stopped again.
"She suffered severe physical exhaustion and dangerously high stress levels."
He looked directly at me.
"Has she been doing heavy housework?"
I couldn't answer.
"The baby experienced distress because your wife pushed herself far beyond what someone in her condition should."
He paused.
"If she'd waited another thirty minutes before coming here..."
He didn't finish.
He didn't have to.
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I understood.
I almost lost them both.
