“Are you okay? Do I need to get Jake?” I’m already reaching for my bag to get my cell, but she stops me with a wave, a feeble smile, and raised eyebrows.

“False alarms. I get them a lot. Been having niggles all day from overdoing it. I’m fine. It’s nothing. Happens all the time.” She smooths over her bump again and takes a long steady breath, her face returning to normal, and she seems over it.

I pause for a moment, watching her for a few seconds, and see that she ...