Chapter 1
My mother-in-law pushed me down the stairs when I was eight months pregnant. When my husband walked through the door, she calmly told him I had slipped.
I was halfway down the staircase when I heard Diane behind me.
“Emily.”
I turned my head.
Before I could answer, both of her hands slammed into my back.
I lost my balance.
“Diane!”
I tumbled down several steps and landed hard on the hallway floor.
Pain shot through my side.
I immediately wrapped both arms around my stomach.
“My baby…”
Diane slowly walked down the stairs.
She didn’t look frightened.
She didn’t call an ambulance.
She just stared at me.
“You should have stayed out of my family’s business.”
I tried to reach for my phone.
She kicked it farther across the floor.
Then the front door suddenly opened.
“Emily?”
My husband, Michael, stepped inside and dropped his briefcase.
He saw me curled beneath the staircase.
“Oh my God!”
He rushed toward me.
“What happened?”
Before I could speak, Diane started crying.
“She slipped!”
I looked at her in disbelief.
Diane grabbed Michael’s arm.
“I tried to catch her, but she fell too fast.”
“That’s a lie,” I gasped.
Michael looked between us.
His face tightened.
“Mom?”
Diane shook her head.
“She’s confused because she hit her head.”
I grabbed Michael’s sleeve.
“She pushed me.”
Diane immediately shouted, “Why would I hurt my own grandchild?”
Then a sharp pain tore through my stomach.
I screamed.
Michael reached for his phone to call 911.
But before he could dial, our six-year-old neighbor appeared at the open front door holding a tablet.
“I saw what Grandma did.”
Diane’s face went completely white.
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The little boy raised the tablet.
“Our doorbell camera recorded the stairs through your front window.”
