Jane's p.o.v

There was an loud obnoxious banging on the front door. John answered the door on my behalf. Our estranged adopted young adult daughter, now heavily pregnant and gravely ill, collapsed in the door way. I was shocked and speechless. John carried Annabelle to the guest bedroom where her mom and Jeremiah's former nanny died in childbirth twenty years ago. Somehow I overcame my shock and called our family doctor George.