Aliyah’s POV

I sped off again, the wind whipping against my face, the roar of the bike drowning out everything else. Every lap I took made my resolve stronger. The faster I went, the freer I felt. The baby was safe. The doctors said so. That was all that mattered.

But when I stopped for a break, I felt the ache deep in my lower belly. I winced slightly, placing a hand over the small bump beneath my shirt. “Hang in there, little one,” I whispered softly. “Just one more day, and ...