“Not yet,” Daniel said. “I wanted to ask you first.”
The baby moved beneath my palm, and the room seemed to hold its breath.
“Do you want me to tell him?” Daniel asked.
Part 6 – The Place We Made
“Tell him I’m going in,” I said.
Daniel’s voice softened. “I’ll call him, and I’ll come straight to the hospital.”
“Thank you.”
I ended the call and stood still for one breath, my hand pressed to the place where the baby had moved.
The lake outside the window was dark, the shoreline blurred by the early evening rain.
I picked up the hospital bag.
The drive was quiet except for the soft swish of the tires on wet pavement, and I watched the familiar road pass beneath the headlights, trying not to turn each shadow into a warning.
At the hospital, a nurse brought me to an assessment room and began checking the baby’s heartbeat.
