Another voice followed. “So did I.”
“It’s on video,” someone else said. “The videographer was filming table shots.”
That changed everything.
My mother’s face drained.
Daniel bent lower over me again. “Ambulance is on the way. Don’t move.”
Another contraction ripped through me, harder this time. I cried out and curled instinctively around my stomach until pain shot through my back and forced me flat again.
“There’s blood,” someone whispered.
I felt it then, hot and terrifying.
Daniel saw it too.
