My Wife Was Seven Months Pregnant When She Stopped Leaving Bed—Then I Lifted the Blue Blanket and Realized My Mother Already Knew What Was Underneath

Some part of my brain remembered Clara was pregnant, injured, frightened, and needed the room to become calmer rather than more dangerous.

I moved between Brenda and the bed.

“Do not come closer.”

“Marcus, she did this herself.”

Clara recoiled.

I held up one hand.

“Stop talking.”

“Listen to me—”