HAILEY
The storm had been brewing all day. The prospect of rain weighed down the dark clouds that swept across the sky. In the distance, thunder roared, a low, menacing warning that made my skin crawl. As the first fat drops of rain splashed against the glass, I watched from the window of our packhouse chamber. I had no idea if the strain in the air was due to the storm or the child I was carrying. All day, I had been experiencing an uneasy stomach discomfort alongside cramps that came and went, hinting at something more serious. I tried to calm the restless energy inside my tummy by placing a hand on my very advanced pregnancy. Ryan came in. With a worried and frustrated look on his face, Ryan walked into the room. He said, "You should lie down, Hailey," he said in a strong yet worried
