The contraction hit like a freight train, splitting my world into jagged shards of agony

from his face. He looked at my belly, then back to my face, his mind clearly racing through the timeline. The math was simple, and the weight of it seemed to crush the air out of the room. He took a step toward me, his hands reaching out instinctively, but I recoiled, pulling the sheet tight against my chest.

“Don’t,” I commanded. “Just do your job.continue reading …