Chapter 7 - The Dramatic Version

Years later, people still told the dramatic version.
The Dallas labor-and-delivery suite.
The white blanket.
The twin fetal monitor steady beside the bed.
Travis storming in with the billing folder.
How dare you waste my money!
Elara, thirty-eight weeks pregnant, hands protecting her belly.
The hair grab.
Take your hand off me.
Martha pointing.
She embarrassed this family.
The raised fist over the twins.
The sudden alarm.
Twin A’s heart rate is dropping—OR now!
The doctor shoving Travis’s arm away.
David entering through the open doorway.
The single punch.
Travis falling backward onto the floor, terrified.
Touch her again and you answer to me.
May you like
It sounded like revenge.
And yes, part of it was.