A bright orange flare shot into the sky, burned for a moment, then fizzled. The cove stayed silent. Catherine was breathing steadily, though sweat shone on her forehead. “We’ll think of something,” she said softly.
John crouched beside her. “I should’ve kept an eye on how close we were to the shallow part. I’m so sorry.” Another contraction hit. She gripped his hands tightly until it passed. They were getting closer. Options? Lighten the boat? Not possible alone. Call out? No one was near enough to hear that.