ZIRA

The man from before was back and holding my hand. I was more like gripping it, but he didn’t seem to mind. He was handsome, from the sparkle in his green eyes to the gentle expression on his face as he spoke to me. I wasn’t even sure what he was saying.  

I noticed his hand grabbing a necklace and wondered if he was the praying type. I needed all the prayers I could get. I have yet to have much luck with necklaces, and how he held this one must’ve meant it was important. Another contraction took me away from my thoughts. 

“They’re coming a bit faster than...