“Do you remember when I was born?” Maia asks.

Huck exhales, then gives a dry laugh. “Do I remember? Maia Rosalie Small, that was the happiest day of my life.”

Ayers screams again. They hear her, even outside.

“Must be getting close,” Huck says.

Close but not yet, not yet. When Maia goes back inside, she hears Sadie saying, “Push, doll, push for me,” and Ayers screaming, “I can’t!” And Sunny calling out, “Push, Freddy, push!” Phil gently leads Sunny away from the bedroom door and back to the living room. He says, “I think I’m going to try some of that chili. Do you want some, my love?”

Sunny says, “How can you think about eating when our grandson is about to arrive?”

“Or granddaughter,” Irene says, and Maia smiles. She knows that Sunny visited a medium on her trip to Croatia and the medium told Sunny the baby was going to be a boy. Sunny fully believes this and she has bought ten outfits for the baby in blue.

Ayers screams.

“There we go,” Sadie says. “One more push, doll!”

Maia puts her hands over her ears so she doesn’t have to listen to Ayers. A second later, Irene jumps off the sofa. Maia drops her hands.

“It’s a girl!” Sadie calls out. “A beautiful baby girl.”

A split second later, there’s a noise unlike anything Maia has ever heard—it’s a cry. A baby’s first cry. Maia shivers. It’s a girl. Her niece.

Maia stays up late because sleeping arrangements in the Hibiscus are a little crazy. Baker, Ayers, and the baby will sleep in one bedroom; Irene will sleep with Floyd; Huck and Maia are taking the sofas; and Phil and Sunny are sleeping in the laundry room on an air mattress. The wind has picked up but there’s no rain yet; the storm is due to make landfall the following day between noon and two.

Once Sadie has finished checking Ayers and the baby—Ayers and Baker haven’t given her a name yet because they want to get it just right—and helped Ayers latch the baby onto her breast and taught Ayers and Baker all about newborn care, Huck says that despite the curfew, he’s going to run Sadie back to Coral Bay.

Maia approaches Sadie as she’s scrubbing her hands and her equipment at the kitchen sink. “We didn’t have a lull,” Maia says, “so I didn’t get to hear the stories about my ancestors. Did you…know my ancestors?”

“Well,” Sadie says, “my mother, Blythe, was a midwife here on the island, and believe it or not, she delivered your mother.”

“She did?” Maia says.

“When I was fourteen, my mother started bringing me with her to the births,” Sadie says. “I’m fifty now. So…thirty-six years ago, the very first baby I saw being born was your mom.”

For a second, Maia is left breathless. Here’s someone who wants to talk not about Rosie dying but about Rosie being born. “What…” Maia isn’t sure what to ask. “What do you remember?”