"That depends on the person. Some women enjoy it, some love having kids, and some just have strong bodies. Childbirth is like a double-edged sword. It continues the cycle of life, but it also drains a woman's energy and spirit. As long as it's their choice, it's fine. The ones I feel sorry for are the women who are forced to give birth."
Evelyn Ford wiped the blood from her hands with a damp towel. She was tired and leaned against the inner wall of the truck, staring into space. The delivery had shaken Lily West and the others as well. After the past two days of observation, it was clear that Rosemary Sullivan was best suited for midwifery, while Lily West and Helen Nash were better at treating wounds.
Wendy picked up an insulated lunchbox from nearby. Taylor Vance had made the food. While they were busy with the delivery, Ronan Kendrick had gone into the space, taken out the lunchbox, and left it for them so they could eat as soon as they returned.
"Evelyn, let's eat first."
