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CHAPTER TEN: The Morning Three People Arrived

last update publish date: 2026-06-03 12:41:35
Emma's POV

My waters break at three seventeen in the morning on the fourteenth of February.

I know the exact time because I look at the clock on my nightstand and I make myself say the number out loud, three seventeen, because I have read that in emergencies it helps to name specific things to keep yourself from panicking, and I say it out loud in my dark bedroom in Paris and it does not particularly help but I say it anyway.

My mother is in the guest room down the hall.

She has been in the gues
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Thank you very much and I have also worked on the "You're home" section. Thank you for catching that, very much appreciated.
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graciela.castano.l
The re-editing of the story is good and is resolving some concerns I had in my first read, keep going, I like this story more now.
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graciela.castano.l
I love this story, it has character. But author please your editor is making a poor job, there are so many loopholes in the events narrated that are becoming annoying for some of us that have good memory and good math skills.
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