Welcome Warriors, and Snipsuns and anyone else who wanders in. Happy first Sunday in October. Yikes! October! :-)
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Finally, allowed inside, he's faced with a surreal time.
Leaning close to her face, the healer’s tone was firm when he said, “It’s too soon to bear down. Just breathe.”
Deamante bent to whisper in her ear. “Listen to the healer, Rella. Put the child first; he’s more important than you or me.”
When no comprehension registered on her face, it came as no surprise to him. He’d been told by the healer what to expect when the time came, and every word spoken was proving true. When she was imprisoned by the pain, her sole focus was to free herself from the hellish bounds where neither thought nor reason had stay.