-Jacey-
For two months, Caleb and Will put their heads together and whispered about how we could possibly get out. And for two months, they came up empty.
My water broke in the middle of the night seven weeks after our recapture. Or re-kidnapping. Or whatever it was called.
Caleb called for Will, and they both decided maybe this would be the opportunity they were looking for as I started having contractions.
But, as usual, Mr. Masterson had thought of everything. As Caleb held one of my hands and Will the other, a whole crew of doctors and nurses, with equipment, arrived in our bedroom.
“This is exciting,” Mr. Masterson said, coming in himself. “And before you say you don’t want me here, remember, Caleb is still expendable.”
I shut my mouth. So did Caleb and Will.
“Can she have an e
