My daughter Isabella was eight months pregnant when we went shopping for a crib.
We had been inside the furniture store for nearly an hour when she suddenly grabbed my arm.
« Mom, I need to sit down. »
Her voice was quiet, but I heard the strain in it immediately.
« Of course. »
A few feet away was a display chair beside a nursery set.
There was a small card on the armrest inviting customers to try the furniture, so I guided Isabella toward it.
She had barely taken a step when a man in a dark suit moved in front of us.
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