Now he was only a hallway away...
Listening to wedding vows while I was trapped by his own mother.
A violent pressure spread through my pelvis.
Instinctively, I looked down.
Blood.
Not much.
But enough to send panic racing through me.
"No..."
I whispered to my baby.
"Please don't come yet."
I forced myself across the marble floor toward the vanity.
There was a small decorative trash can.
A stack of fresh towels.
A silver letter opener lying beside a guest book.
Nothing that could unlock the door.
I grabbed the letter opener anyway and jammed it into the lock.
Again.
Again.
Again.
The cheap brass mechanism refused to move.
Another contraction bent me nearly double.