Raymond's POV

“Ray…”

Her voice cracked. Just one syllable, and everything inside me shifted into emergency mode. I already suspected something was wrong with the way she has been feeling these days.

Naomi stood in the hallway, braced against the wall, one hand gripping the molding, the other wrapped protectively around her belly. Her skin had gone pale, almost translucent, and sweat dotted her forehead.

She looked like she'd collapse soon, so I rushed to her and helped her sit ...