A House in Chaos
When I reached her place, the front door stood slightly open, gaping like a wound. My heart pounded as I rushed inside.
“Sophie!” I cried, bracing myself for the worst.
The scene stopped me cold. A lamp swung back and forth, casting uneven shadows over shattered glass. Bl00d smeared across the hardwood floor. The dining table was overturned, a vase smashed into pieces.
And there—on the ground—was Sophie. Her face was ashen, her hand clutching her stomach. Her breaths came in shallow gasps, her eyes closed tight.
I dropped to my knees, shaking her gently, then harder. “Sophie! Wake up, honey!” Panic pressed down on my chest, but I forced myself to act. My hands trembled as I dialed 911.
“My daughter is unconscious—she’s pregnant! Please, hurry!”
