CHAPTER 102 AMAYA

“Breathe don’t fight it, breathe through it!”

“I am breathing..” The words tore out of me, uneven, strained, as another contraction slammed into my body, stronger than the last, sharper, deeper, like something inside me was splitting open and demanding to be felt.

“Stay with me,” Alvaro said, his voice steady, unshaken, his hand locked around mine like an anchor I refused to lose. “Right here. Look at me.”

“I’m here,” I gasped, though the world kept tilting, narrowing, every sound stretching and distorting under the pressure building inside me.

“It’s progressing fast,” the healer said, her tone controlled but tighter now. “Faster than expected.”

“Is that...