Succour

Chapter 83

Ben, August 17

“That’s it, take me to the hospital!” The shout echoes off the empty walls of the apartment. Liz and I have been sitting on the floor, packing boxes.

I glance at her. “Seriously?”

“Yes, it hurts.”

“Like labor?”

“I have no idea what labor feels like. Let’s go find out!”

For a second, my brain just stalls—half in denial, half in panic. The woman I love is either having a baby or a very dramatic stomach ache, and somehow I’m supposed to know which. I grab the keys anyway.