Elaris's POV
The drive to the hospital felt both impossibly short and unbearably long.
I sat quietly in the back seat with one hand wrapped around Linnea's while the other rested protectively over my stomach. Every few minutes another contraction came, tightening across my abdomen before wrapping around my lower back. They were still manageable, but they were no longer the irregular Braxton Hicks contractions I'd grown used to over the past month.
These had purpose.
These were leading somewhere.
Outside the window, East Hollow carried on with its ordinary Monday morning.
Traffic lights changed.
Office workers hurried along the sidewalks with takeaway coffee in their hands.
Parents walked their children toward school.
A florist arranged fresh bouquets outside her shop.
No one look
