Darren & Aria
Darren
The night Lucas was born was a night I would never forget.
But not necessarily for the right reasons. What should have been a joyous occasion was instead filled with heartbreak and loss.
My sister had been fighting for hours. The baby was turned in her belly—or at least, that was the best guess I had. But we were alone, and the only understanding I had of such things were the books I’d read leading up to the birth. In truth, I had no idea as to how to deliver a baby.
“Emilia,” I said when her hand was gripping mine so tight I thought she might break my fingers, “we have to call the—”
“No!” my sister shrieker, her eyes like daggers. “Call the midwife, and I swear to the Goddess Darren, I will kill you!”
I should have ignored her. I should have c
