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could even try to move, Mila rushed forward.
Not to help her.
To hold her down.
Mila pressed her weight against Emma’s shoulder, forcing her against the icy tiles. Emma curled inward, instinctively wrapping both arms around her stomach, trying to shield the baby with her own body.
“Help,” Emma cried. “Please, help me.”
Then the fetal monitor screamed.
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