Leonard’s POVClara is two months pregnant, and this morning she woke up with pain that ripped the air from my lungs. I had never moved so fast in my life. One minute she was clutching her belly, whimpering like a wounded animal, and the next, the driver was tearing through the streets, honking like a madman as he drove her to the hospital while I kept screaming at him to move faster. Now I’m standing in the antiseptic hallway, the fluorescent lights glaring down at me like a thousand judgmental eyes. The smell of disinfectant burns my nostrils. I pace in tight circles, my fists clenching and unclenching, as voices and footsteps echo in the distance. Every second feels like a damn hour.Finally, the double doors swing open, and the doctor walks out. His face is unreadable—calm, too calm. My heart slams against my ribs.I’m on him before he can take another step. “What’s wrong? What happened to her? Is she okay?” My voice is sharp, desperate, words tumbling over one another as I trail
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