Dera.
“Get in here fast!” Isabella yelled as she clutched tightly.
Her yelling was directed at Louis, who dragged the suitcase that had suddenly felt heavier than his might.
He must be regretting not paying attention to her advice about taking out some unnecessary supplies from the bag.
A lot of the unnecessary items were not supposed to be there in the first place. But it was his worry that they might come in handy. He claimed to have made preparations for any scenario.
“Hold on. I'm making my way there!” he yelled. “Concern yourself with the pregnant woman at the back.”
Yes, that was me. I was weeping and taking deep breaths in the back of the car. The bottom of my dress was soaked, and my legs were spread.
“Get in the car!” I yelled at him. “If you waste another minute, I'm
