Romero paced back and forth, his steps restless.

Every few seconds, he stopped and strained his neck to look through the glass door, hoping, praying he could see something. Anything. Just to be sure his wife was fine.

Aliyah had been due for over a week, but it seemed their baby wasn’t ready to come yet. Just that morning, they had been seated at the dining table, laughing and teasing Bethel over breakfast, when Aliyah suddenly screamed in pain.

Heavens.

Romero didn’t even remember how ...