My Water Broke in a Clothing Store – The Cashier Tried to Make Me Pay for a Damaged Item Until a Male Voice Stopped Her

I held the dress tighter. My heart pounded; Rue kicked hard against my ribs. I just wanted to feel human again.

But she kept going.

“Ma’am, leave the store! You’ll ruin everything!”

She grabbed the dress and yanked, almost tearing it from my hands.

“Stop!” I cried. “Let go!”

People started staring. A couple by the fitting rooms. A teenage girl with her phone.

I tried to step back, to breathe, when the pain hit: sharp, sudden, deep.

Then warmth running down my legs.

I looked down.

My water had broken.