He barely looked up.
Linda zipped her suitcase.
“Don't start with the drama again,” she snapped. “We're leaving in less than an hour.”
Another contraction came.
Stronger.
I gripped the couch.
“I think something is wrong.”
Ashley glanced at me.
“We have a flight to catch.”
Then I felt warmth running down my legs.
My heart stopped.
“My water broke.”
I looked directly at Ethan.
“Please call an ambulance.”
For several seconds, nobody moved.
Ethan stood there in his expensive shirt, holding his phone.
He looked at me.
Then at his suitcase.
MY MOTHER-IN-LAW LOOKED AT MY 38-WEEK PREGNANT BELLY AND SAID, “LOCK THE DOORS. LET HER DEAL WITH IT ALONE.”
