Gianna

“Jenna, are you all right?” Sara looks concerned as Jenna groans.

“Jenna?” I turn my head to look at her.

She’s shaking her head with her eyes closed.

I unbuckle my seat belt. “Sara, keep driving; I’m going to help Jenna.”

“What’s happening?”

“She’s in labour, and I don’t think we’re going to make it back to the packhouse to get Jenna to a doctor.”

I climb into the back seat and take Jenna’s hand in my own.

She clutches it tightly. “I can’t have my baby here!”

“Jenna, listen to me,” I lay my hand on her stomach as it tightens with a contraction.