The moment Nathan told me to get out of the car, the full weight of my situation hit me like a tidal wave. I was in labor, and the one person who should have been my rock was casting me aside for a family vacation. As he motioned for me to step out, I felt anger and disbelief bubbling to the surface. My heart pounded fiercely, and the fear of what lay ahead without his support sent shivers down my spine.
I knew I had to act quickly. Ignoring the sharp pangs coursing through my abdomen, I fumbled for my phone. My fingers trembled as I dialed my best friend, Jenny. She lived just a few streets away and had always been my pillar of strength. As the phone rang, I could hear Nathan’s parents in the distance, their voices mingling with the sound of luggage being loaded into the trunk.
“Jenny,” I gasped when she picked up, “I need your help. My water just broke, and Nathan’s leaving for vacation. Can you take me to the hospital?”
