She burst through the door without knocking. “My God, Sarah, you’re in labor!”
Daniel stood frozen.
But Mrs. Jenkins didn’t waste a second — she grabbed a blanket, wrapped me up, carried me to her car, and sped through red lights straight to St. Mary’s.
By the time I reached the ER, everything around me was fading.
“She’s losing blood!” a nurse shouted. “Twins — emergency C-section, NOW!”
The world went white.
My last thought was horrifyingly simple:
Why wasn’t my husband here?
