“I don’t think I should—”
“My sister does not care,” she said, cutting him off. He entered, his eyes downcast with modesty.
Charles took the knife from James. “Be ready to catch the babe, Gillian.” Audrey moved back to the wall, James joining her. He felt as out of place as she did. Gillian finally pulled the baby out from underneath the tent above Horatia’s legs. It was a tiny little thing, unmoving and a little bloody. Audrey’s legs began to buckle.
Gillian glanced around. “I need a towel.”
James moved, handing Gillian one of the towels he’d brought. Charles took the knife and cut the fleshy cord while Gillian assisted. Audrey’s vision dotted as she slumped against the wall.
“Is it all right?” Horatia asked, her voice weak. “It’s not crying…”
Charles took the baby from Gillian’s ar
