Brielle
“How are you doing, Gracelyn? Can you tell me what’s going on?” I tried to keep my voice low and soothing, because from the looks of things, Gracelyn had been struggling for a while. The small front room of the cabin was a wreck, with just about everything out of place.
Not like a temper tantrum, but more like she kept knocking into things while she paced, which she was still doing, completely ignoring me as she grabbed at her heavily pregnant belly.
“Can you sit down for me so I can check your ankles?”
She grimaced and clutched her lower back, but didn’t stop moving. Hell, she really might be in preterm labor.
“Okay, you shouldn’t be having contractions yet. It’s time to sit down and put your feet up.”
When she didn’t respond, I crossed the room, wrapped my arms around her s
