After riding forward all morning, Jan was hurtling backwards toward Windsor Locks. (She had never figured out how this could happen when one was going south the whole time.) She had just texted her son, advising him of her location - nearly to Connecticut. His news was much more exciting. The water had sort of broken, but the contractions had stopped. Was the little one waiting for Grandma?
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