My Wife Was Seven Months Pregnant When She Stopped Leaving Bed—Then I Lifted the Blue Blanket and Realized My Mother Already Knew What Was Underneath

I watched through the open bedroom door as my mother left the apartment.

For one second, I almost followed.

Then Clara said my name.

That settled the choice.

I stayed.

I sat beside her.

“Ambulance is coming.”

Her breathing was shallow.