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Daniela
All the breathing exercises and core strengtheners in the world haven’t prepared me for this. I’m delirious even after the epidural, my head pounding, the remnants of pain still haunting me from neck to knees. The nurses mill around me, checking instruments, checking my dilation, and every time one comes by, I have to fight the urge to beg her to knock me out entirely.
I don’t know where Armand is. His mother promised to call him and let him know. That was half an hour ago. Terror is starting to gnaw at me, thinking that I might have to do this alone.
Does he not care? Could he not get away? Or was she being two-faced, and didn’t tell him at all?
Another contraction ripples through me, and I pull in huge huffs of air. Armand had barely left with his men when I started feeli
