“Get out of the car right now,” my mother ordered while rain hammered the highway and my three-day-old twins cried in their car seats, and when I begged her to stop because the babies were newborns, my father grabbed my hair and pushed me out onto the road while the car was still moving…

“Mom, what are you doing,” I asked nervously as my heart began pounding.

She turned around for the first time since leaving the hospital, and her eyes held no warmth at all. “Get out of the car immediately.”

For a moment I thought I had misheard her because the words sounded impossible. “It is pouring rain and the babies are only three days old,” I said desperately.

“You should have thought about that before humiliating this family,” she replied coldly.

“Mom please they are just babies,” I begged while reaching protectively toward their seats.

My father suddenly grabbed my hair with brutal force and yanked my head backward while opening the door beside him. Pain exploded across my scalp as the car began moving again because Danielle had started driving forward.

“Dad please stop,” I cried while struggling to hold onto the seat. “The babies are here.”

He shoved me violently out of the door and suddenly the world spun as I slammed onto the wet pavement while the storm soaked through my clothes instantly. For several seconds I could not breathe because the impact knocked the air from my lungs, but then I heard Audrey crying and panic forced me to struggle onto my feet.