"Yvonne, don't worry," Corey scorned. "This is just a trick Mark and his mother are playing to get sympathy. She didn't have a heart attack earlier or later, but they chose to say they had one when they threw my son. It's just an excuse to avoid making a solemn vow."
His relatives quickly followed his lead. They swarmed around, blocking Yvonne's path while they began to beat and curse my mother.
My mother was beaten until she lay on the ground, barely breathing and completely motionless. Swallowing my sobs, I crawled toward her—only for Corey to raise his foot and crush my hand beneath it.
"Corey, get out of my way! Yvonne, tell them to stop! My mother's heart attack has relapsed. I need to get her to the hospital immediately."
At that moment, I felt utterly hopeless. If I had known it would end like this, we wouldn't have come. I should have just divorced Yvonne Stanfield.
Sadly, she remained deaf to my cries for help, choosing instead to coax the baby in her arms softly.