Brayden didn’t hesitate as he bolted down the hallway. By the time he pulled the car up front, I was doubled over, half-sobbing from the pain.

“Easy,” he whispered as he helped me in, his voice trembling now. “I’ve got you. I’ve got you, Zoe.”

“Don’t…talk…just drive,” I gasped.

Clara was in the back seat, coaching me through the breathing. “You’re okay, babe. You’re almost there. Just hang on, alright?”

I tried. I really did. But the pain was dragging ...