At the VIP clinic, I was helping my nine-month pregnant daughter change for her final ultrasound. The moment her shirt slipped off, I felt my breath catch in my throat.

Exceptionally strong heartbeat.”

As if on cue, my granddaughter delivered a firm, visible kick against the uterine wall.

Then the heavy oak door burst open with theatrical arrogance. The atmosphere in the room shifted instantly. I slipped the black phone back into my handbag and turned my head slowly. The trap was already in place. The bait was secured.continue reading …