The highway was empty—thank God. With no other cars around, I could focus on driving.
Yet my contractions were getting worse.
And I had no idea where I was going.
Then, my phone rang in the passenger seat. I gripped the wheel tightly, stretching my free hand to grab it.
Finally, I answered.
A voice I didn't recognize spoke calmly, "Miss, you need to stay calm and listen carefully."
I gasped, trying to breathe through the pain.
"I—I'm in labor!"
"Labor?" The voice tensed. A brief silence followed, and then another, more familiar voice spoke in the background. "Ensure her safety first."
"Yes, sir," the first voice replied before addressing me again.
"Miss, follow Highway Q10. At the next exit, take a right. We will handle the vehicle pursuing you."
I had no idea who they were.
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