The contractions started just after sunrise.
At first, I thought it was the usual discomfort of carrying twins at 35 weeks.
But within minutes, the pain became sharp and unbearable — the kind that made me grip the wall and cry out.
“Daniel!” I screamed. “Please — we have to go! Something’s wrong!”
He rushed in, half-asleep but concerned. “Okay, okay, I’ll grab the keys—”
“You’re not going anywhere,” she snapped. “You promised to take me and your sister to the mall today.”
Daniel blinked in confusion. “Mom, she’s in pain—”
“She’s exaggerating,” Lorraine hissed. “She always exaggerates. It’s false labor.”
Another contraction hit so hard my knees buckled.
I sobbed, “Please… this isn’t normal…”
