Michalea’s POV.
The ambulance arrives with the police and coroner and I go to climb in when my father stops me.
“They aren’t taking him. They need to check him over.” I say to him and I can see this is bringing back all kinds of memories for him. He had to watch as his wife died and now he has watched the same thing, but this time I’m the one that had to deliver a baby from his dead mother.
“Will he be ok?” I ask the EMT as she works on the now sleeping baby, who is wrapped in a blanket with a little hat on his head. Donated by the ol ladies who have recently had kids. The sense of family and community is strong within them.
“He is fine. It’s a good thing you got him out when you did. He was suffocating. A little oxygen and he will be right as rain. He was nearly to term. I will infor
