By the time she landed at the bottom, she could barely breathe.

Then she heard her sister’s voice above her.

“Oh my God.”

For one second, Khloe sounded afraid.

Emma tried to move.

Agony exploded through her leg and abdomen.

Something inside her tightened sharply.

Wrong.

This pain felt wrong.

Her trembling hand slid across her stomach.

“Please,” she whispered.

Not again.

She had already survived two miscarriages before this pregnancy.

Not this baby.

Not Luna.

Then Emma saw blood spreading across her maternity jeans.

Not dramatic.

Not movie-like.