Tessa felt like she was floating on cotton clouds, the kind of light dream people said was common late in pregnancy. Then something yanked her out of it. A heavy thud, a hard hit, then chaotic, angry voices cut through the fog of sleep.

Tsunami? Earthquake?

She pushed herself up from the sofa, still dazed, heart pounding. Nathan’s jacket that had been draped over her slipped into her lap. She blinked a few times, trying to adjust to the office lights while rubbing her eyes.

Then she ...