That was when I noticed the blood. A deep crimson pool spreads quickly over the bright white tiles. Enough to make the room begin spinning.
My hands trembling uncontrollably, I dragged my bleeding body toward the front entrance, horrified because the reinforced smart door wouldn’t open. The house remained completely silent, that massive mahogany door standing between me and my only chance to survive.
I remembered his mother’s mocking voice through the speakerphone. I remembered Liam glancing at his shining watch, caring more about a birthday toast than the life of his unborn daughter. Every contraction now felt like paper being ripped apart.
Gathering the last strength I had left, I reached for my phone and dialed 911, my vision narrowing into darkness.
“My husband locked me in,” I cried to the dispatcher, barely able to keep my eyes open. “I’m alone. I’m bleeding. Please…”
The call fell silent as my hand finally gave out.
