Sarah's Pov

The pain hit me like a sledgehammer to the gut.

I doubled over in Tony's kitchen, my hands clutching my swollen belly as liquid gushed down my legs. No, no, no, this was too early. I was only seven months along. This couldn't be happening. Not now. Not when everything was falling apart around me.

"Sarah!" Elena's voice cut through my panic, but I barely heard her over the roaring in my ears. The cramping intensified, and I felt like my body was being torn in half.

"The baby," I gasped, stumbling backward until I hit the marble counter. "Something's wrong with the baby."

Elena rushed toward me,...