“But more than any other question, how far along were her contractions? I did my best to get her comfortable, not that it mattered. She was completely out, every ounce of her was dead weight. I took her wrist, searching for a pulse again. I found the faintest rhythm and shifted to place my hand on her belly, hoping to feel the baby move, hoping the child was still alive. I wondered about a miscarriage, my focus on the blood, the amount of it, the concentration around”