Seventy-Five
Thursday, April 1, 5:26 P.M. CST
Roatan Institute for Marine Sciences
They had crossed the channel to Roatan at sunset and just gotten aboard Eva’s Vespa in the RIMS parking lot when Thomas’s phone rang. He grabbed the phone from his pocket. “It’s Tess. I better answer.”
He held the phone to his ear. “Hello.”
Thomas listened a moment then spoke. “As a matter of fact, she’s with me right now. Yes, she did lose her phone. Hold on.” He handed the phone to Eva. “It’s Nick. Tess is in labor.”
“Wait—already?” Tess wasn’t due for another couple of weeks. She’d planned to deliver at home with a local doula and midwife. Eva took the phone. “Is everything okay?”
“She seems to think so,” said Nick. “She’s bouncing up and down on her yoga ball and listening to music. But I’m worrie
