Camila's POV
I couldn't understand how I was feeling. One minute, I was fine, enjoying Nancy's show, and the next, everything felt a little hazy. My head spun slightly, and before I could react, Henry was at my side, steadying me gently.
"Sit down," he said softly, guiding me to an empty bench just outside the hall.
"I think you need to eat. We've been here for more than four hours," he said, crouching beside me. "I'm guessing the baby's hungry."
I sighed. "But we can't just leave Nancy's show. She needs me here."
"She'll understand that you need to rest and take care of yourself," Henry replied firmly as he pulled out his phone. "She might not answer a call right now, but she'll see my message."
I didn't want to leave. Nancy had worked so hard for tonight. But she was in her element—mingling, celebrating, and shining. I didn't want to disrupt that. And deep down, I knew Henry was right. So I nodded and let him text her.