It All Started In Paris

**Charlottes point of view

Naomi comes down the stairs, she is shaking and has tears in her eyes. She askes if everyone can leave. At first her parents are reluctant to the idea but soon leave when they realise how upset she is. She pulls me into a long hug and when she finally lets go she can't get her words out. I tell her to clam down and breathe, soon enough she has composed herself.
"Ethan's phone, I was texting it and umn it was read." She stutters.
"I know, I was texting Thomas when he died. But soon enough someone texted back saying how this must be the wrong number." I reply.
"I know, but this person doesn't respond, and they read it. I tell them where we are at and all types of personal stuff. What if it is the murderer?" She askes.
"Don't be ridiculous, it's all fine. Let's get some sleep aye."
"Okay."
I try to sleep, but it almost seems impossible. I can hear Naomi's faint snoring and can see the clock speeding through time. I can't stop thinking about what Naomi said, about the murderer. I hate thinking about this type of stuff, like what if Thomas' death wasn't an accident. I miss everyone, I especially miss Thomas, he would know what to say, but I am useless. I have Naomi, but Naomi has her baby.
Soon I hear Naomi's breathing get heavier and I can feel her warmth even though I am not touching her. I feel her sit up in the bed, so I sit up with her.
"What wrong? Is it the baby?" I ask.
"I think she's coming!" She says between breaths.
She had been practicing her breathing for the baby's arrival but she seems too panicky to breath in a pattern. I begin to breath with her but it makes her stress out more. I grab her hand and help her down the stairs, and grab my keys.
"What are you doing?" Naomi asks confused.
"I am driving you to the hospital." I reply my heart racing.
"I am not supposed to go the hospital just yet, and you have been drinking. We will call an uber in half an hour at the least."
"Okay, let's have some tea?" I ask trying to be calm and casual.
She laughs "Hey, don't worry, we will be fine" she says as she touches her stomach.
She can't stop shaking and her contractions cause her to spill her tea. I insist on calling an über. She doesn't argue and just tries to breathe. It feels like we are waiting forever for the über to get here.