“Good,” she said, unbothered.

“That’s the bank’s fraud department executing the hold.

Stay where you are.”

Chapter 12 — Silence

I called 911, and I gave the dispatcher my address, and I heard myself say the words out loud — that I was eight months pregnant, that my father had dragged me out of my house by my hair and my water had broken on the porch.

Saying it to a stranger made it sound even worse than it had felt happening, and it had felt very bad.