I tried to stand, but another contraction folded me in half. I grabbed the edge of the couch, fighting panic. “Please,” I said, my voice cracking. “This isn’t a joke. I’m in labor.” Linda crossed her arms. “Women have been giving birth for thousands of years without hospitals.”
“That’s not your decision,” I snapped. “Move.” Jessica stepped closer, her expression hard now. “You’re always trying to get attention,…