Bab 37: Chapter 37: Ransom, Part 17

Charlotte

On my Spartan 'bed', lying on my side, I hum to myself...

Somewhere... over the rainbow...

... Skies are blue...

... and the dreams that you dream about...

Gradually... I realise... my thighs are warm...

?

?

Oh, God...

My waters...

My waters are breaking...

And as I strain to look, to see beyond the expanse of my own stomach, liquid, faintly yellow, streaked with red, trickles from between my legs, across the cardboard and the concrete floor and to the drain...

*****

James

I close the door behind us, "You and Michael are going to have to come to terms at some point."

"I daresay, but now's not the time. I'll drive." Klempner regards me as I take the passenger seat. "Think you can keep that limp under control?"

"I'll do my best."