Amara’s POV.
A month later...
“You’re done for, Henry!” Amelia screamed.
I found myself in a cramped delivery room, pacing back and forth as my sister howled. Her voice reverberated through the room, echoing off the walls and rattling my eardrums. She was cursing up a storm and screaming at her husband for taking too long to arrive.
I watched her writhe in pain. I knew how much she had been looking forward to this moment, and I could see the frustration etched on her face. She was like a wild animal, growling and hissing in between contractions. I tried to soothe her with words, but it was like trying to calm a raging storm. She was beyond reason.
“You don’t understand!” she spat. “This hurts like hell! I feel like I’m being torn apart!”
I took a deep breath and tried again. “I know,
