The city was alive, but no one saw her fall.
It was early afternoon—just busy enough for the sidewalks to be crowded, but not enough for anyone to truly look. The café-goers chatted over cappuccinos. The businessmen stared at their phones. Couples walked hand in hand. And she—Clare Whitmore—sat alone on the cold concrete, clutching her pregnant belly with one hand and the edge of a trash bin with the other.
Her breath was short. Her legs had given out minutes earlier—seven and a half months along, alone for only an hour. Her driver had dropped her off two blocks early so she could get some air. The walk had started fine—until the pain started. A tightening that gripped her ribs. A wave of dizziness. Her vision blurred.
She had lowered herself to the sidewalk, trying to hold on, trying to stay calm… but no one noticed. A woman glanced. A man hesitated, then….Read Full Story Here…………………….
