Ashton’s POV Mark actually f*cked up my car, and the worst part is that he targeted the areas that would make it impossible for me to drive it, meaning that, if Cori went into labor, we would have had to wait for our guests to move their vehicles to get to one of ours. Fortunately, he underestimated our friend group because many of them love Cori, so Clarence drove us to the emergency room, while Pauline and Chris followed in their car. I don’t need them here for anything except Cori’s safety, because there’s a good chance Mark may be at the same place, and I’m not sure we won’t end up being tended to at the same time. The cut on my shoulder only required surgical glue, and what looked like a bandage, not great, but the one on my scalp needed four stitches. The entire time the doctor

