Chapter 3 - Rushing Emily and Our Unborn Child to Hospital
Officer Vance took the physical documents from my hand, his expression hardening immediately into cold professional disgust.
He turned his gaze toward Chloe and my parents, who were suddenly looking a lot less confident.
“Put your hands behind your back, miss; you’re being detained for suspected felony coercion and domestic assault,” Vance ordered.
Chloe gasped in absolute disbelief as the steel handcuffs snapped tightly around her wrists with a sharp metallic click.
My mother began wailing loudly, claiming the police were violating her civil rights as a taxpayer and matriarch.
I turned away from the chaotic scene on the porch, my primary focus entirely on my suffering wife.
“Emily, can you stand? We need to get you to the emergency room right now,” I whispered gently.
Emily winced, clutching her swollen belly tightly while fresh tears streamed down her pale cheeks.
“My stomach... it hurts so badly, Ryan,” she choked out, her voice barely audible above the police radio static.
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I scooped her up into my arms without hesitation, rushing past the handcuffed Chloe straight toward my car.
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