FLYNN'S POV
My phone rang at 4:06 AM.
"It's happening." Sienna's voice was tight, controlled, the sound of someone who had been breathing through something for a while before deciding to call. "I've been timing them for two hours. They're six minutes apart."
I was already sitting up. "Have you called the hospital?"
"They said I should come in."
"I'll be there in fifteen minutes. Don't lift anything. Just sit and breath."
I drove through empty streets in the dark with the specific focus of someone who has decided that thinking can happen later. Portland at 4 AM is just traffic lights changing for nobody. I made every one of them green.
She was at the door of her building with a bag that looked underpacked, her hair loose, one hand braced against the frame. She didn't say anything whe
