When she got home, the front door was ajar, gaping like a wound. My heart was beating hard as I rushed inside.
“Sophie! I cried, preparing for the worst.
The scene set me sharp. A lamp oscillated, casting irregular shadows on broken glass. Blood smeared the floor. The dining table was spilled, a vase broken into a thousand pieces.
And there, on the floor, Sophie was there. Her face was pale, her hand was tightening her stomach. She was breathing in jolts, her eyes closed.
I dropped on my knees, shaking her gently, then stronger. “Sophie! Wake up, honey! The panic was weighing on my chest, but I forced myself to act. My hands were shaking while I was calling 911.
“My daughter is unconscious, she is pregnant. Hurry up! »
A flashing screen
While we waited, my thoughts were getting excited. Where was her husband, Ryan? My gaze fell on his phone next door, the screen always on.
And what I saw there caused my heart to collapse in me.
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