My Family Told Me To Call A Cab When Labor Started Then Came Asking To See The Baby

hands trembled as he read.

It was a text message. Sent from me to Brianna at 6:03 p.m. on the night of the dinner.

Contractions are five minutes apart. Doctor says labor may be starting. I may need help tonight.

Read. Not answered. Not forgotten. Read.

My mother looked up slowly. “What is this?”

Nobody answered.

My father turned toward Brianna. “You knew?continue reading …