PART 1
“If you spill that water one more time, I’ll make you stay on your knees until that baby is born!“
I heard my mother’s voice before I had even stepped fully into the house.
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I had come home unexpectedly around noon to retrieve a confidential file I needed for a board meeting. I hadn’t called ahead. I assumed my wife, Emma Brooks, was resting upstairs. She was eight months pregnant and her doctor had ordered her to stay off her feet whenever possible.
What I saw through the glass wall stole the air from my lungs.
Emma was kneeling on the cold marble floor.
Her maternity dress was soaked, her swollen hands submerged in a basin of steaming water mixed with ginger slices.
Across from her, my mother, Margaret Brooks, lounged comfortably in a leather armchair, casually eating pecan pie while forcing my pregnant wife to wash her feet.
