Olivia
It had been a week since we arrived in Mexico City. We were staying in a rented condo on the outskirts of town. I already knew I was starting to get close to labor. My contractions were happening more often, and I was starting to get lower pain in my pelvis. I was thankful I knew I had a healthy pregnancy. I had done everything by the book and my baby was a healthy weight.
Max had brought me to a local clinic to get checked when we arrived. He played the doting husband who had relocated me here to start our new life. Little did they know I was screaming on the inside to beg them to help me. Beg them to contact someone. But every time I looked at Max he was giving me the same warning look. The warning that he had given me dozens of times now. One word, and he'd plunge his kn*fe ri
