His face turned red.
“You always think money makes you better than us.”
“No. But ownership does make the apartment mine.”
Mom snapped, “Stop embarrassing your brother before his wedding.”
I reached for my phone.
Ethan moved before I could grab it.
His fist closed around my hair, and he yanked me backward.
“Sign it!”
“Let go of me.”
He pulled harder, then shoved me.
My hip struck the edge of the coffee table before I hit the floor.
A sharp cramp tore through my abdomen.
Then I felt the water.
I froze.
“Ethan…” My voice broke. “My water just broke.”
For one second, everyone simply stared at me.
Then Chloe whispered, “Oh my God.”
Dad grabbed Ethan and pulled him toward the elevator.
Mom picked up her purse.
I stared at them in disbelief.
“Call an ambulance!”
Mom glanced back once.
“You always make everything dramatic.”
The elevator doors closed.
