Amara’s POV.

“You’re done for, Henry!” Amelia screamed.

I found myself in a cramped delivery room, pacing back and forth as my sister wailed in agony. Her voice reverberated through the room, echoing off the walls and rattling my eardrums. She was cursing up a storm and screaming at her husband for taking too long to arrive.

I watched her writhe in pain. I knew how much she had been looking forward to this moment, and I could see the frustration etched on her face. She was like a wild animal, growling and hissing in between contractions. I tried to soothe her with words, but it was like trying to...