I had not understood how far that belief had gone.

Police lights flashed through the storm when I turned onto the road beside the shelter.

An ambulance stood with its rear doors open.

A paramedic was kneeling beside someone beneath a blanket.

Then I saw Hannah.

She was curled on the wet pavement, both arms wrapped around her belly, as though she could protect her baby with the little strength she had left.

“Hannah!”