
She stayed by my side—called an ambulance, held my hand, and even rode with me because I was shaking so badly.
At the hospital, the nurses rushed me into a room, telling me everything would be alright.
Her kindness felt like the only steady thing in a storm I never expected.
As the doctors examined me, they explained it wasn’t labor after all, but a complication that needed monitoring.
When I came out of the room, Clara stood up immediately, her expression filled with concern. Continue reading…