Another jolt came again, harder now. This time, there was no way to keep the scream from leaving her throat.
Her baby. God, her baby!
Simon’s voice filled the car, somehow competing with the crunch of metal on metal and screeching tires. And the pain.
So much pain.
“Margo? What the fuck is happening? Goddammit, Violin Girl, what is it?”
Then silence.
Just silence.