Chapter 4 - Tyler Comforts His Terrified Wife On The Sofa
As the police cruiser escorting Margaret drove away down the suburban street, Tyler collapsed onto his knees.
He scrambled across the hardwood floor toward the brown leather sofa where Emily lay weeping in agonizing pain.
“Emily, oh my god, I am so sorry... I never imagined she would actually do something like that,” Tyler choked out.
Emily clutched her swollen belly with trembling hands, her long dark hair spread across the leather cushions in disarray.
“It hurts so bad, Tyler... something is wrong with the baby, please help me,” Emily sobbed through gasping breaths.
Her pink maternity button-down shirt was stained with nervous sweat as waves of acute physical trauma rippled through her.
Tyler pulled her gently against his chest, his hands shaking uncontrollably as he tried to comfort her trembling frame.
“Just hold on, sweetheart; help is already on the way, I promise you're going to be okay,” Tyler whispered frantically.
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Arthur stepped closer to the sofa, his tan Harrington jacket rustling as he maintained a calm, commanding presence.
“Tyler, stop panicking and grab your phone to dial emergency services immediately,” Arthur instructed with firm urgency.
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