We wait, we wait, we wait. I wonder what’s going to be worse: this or labor. Somehow, I think I’ll regret even putting that out there in the universe, but right now I don’t care.
Just let him be okay.
“At least I have an ending to my book now, right?” Emily smiles through her tears. “The barbarian and the lady fight off the bandits together. The barbarian is wounded but recovers. The lady gives birth to a beautiful baby. The End. Right?”
I put my hand on her shoulder. Alda does the same. We make a triangle of support.
Then the Albino is standing beside us. “I am sorry,” he says. “But the police will want to speak with her soon. I have done my best to hold them off, but Carlo is injured. They are vultures. It will not take them long to descend.”
Alda sucks in breath through her teeth,
