Chapter 3 - The Midwife’s Warning and the Lawyer’s Phone

Panic escalated as the crowd struggled to make sense of the horrific violence that had just unfolded in a safe family home. The next-door neighbor, a seasoned labor and delivery midwife named Sarah who had attended the party as a guest, pushed her way past the panicking relatives. "Move! Let me help her, I'm a medical professional!" Sarah commanded, kneeling beside Clara with her hands outstretched to check vital signs and palpate the abdomen for fetal distress.
Instead of accepting help, Clara curled tighter into a defensive ball, her fingernails clawing into the hardwood floor. She screamed hysterically, thrashing away whenever Sarah’s fingers came within an inch of her dress, gasping, "Don't touch my stomach! Get away from me!" Across the room, Uncle Thomas had already whipped out his smartphone, pacing furiously near the shattered window as he spoke in a booming, enraged voice to his corporate lawyer. "We need to press immediate charges for assault and attempted murder of an unborn child!" Thomas roared into the phone, his face crimson. "The monster punched an eight-month pregnant woman right in front of fifty witnesses! Get the police down here now!"
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Amidst the pandemonium, Clara’s future mother-in-law, a fragile woman with a history of heart conditions, let out a low moan and fainted dead away, tumbling off her chair onto the carpet. Two terrified guests scrambled to drag her legs up, shouting for water. Yet, despite the medical emergencies unfolding around her, Clara remained entirely fixated on one terrifying priority: keeping everyone away from her midsection. Her arms were wrapped around her waist with unnatural, vice-like strength, her knuckles turning bone-white. She wept uncontrollably, rocking back and forth, crying out that she could feel something terrible happening inside her, that something was wrong with the baby.
Maya, frantic with worry and desperate to reassure her sister, ignored Clara’s protests and lunged forward to pry her hands away. "Clara, let Sarah check you! Please, let us help!" Maya sobbed, her fingers brushing against the front of Clara’s white dress right where Ethan’s fist had landed. And that was when the horrifying truth of the entire nightmare was finally laid bare.