In Love, Never Say Never

I nodded and took a deep breath. Having calmed down slightly, I asked Hannah, “Where are you now? Send me your address, and I’ll come over right away.”

“OK!’

After we’d ended the call, I found Ashton looking at me anxiously. “What’s going on?”

“I think Hannah’s going into labor. There’s no one with her right now, so I’m going over,” I said, already making a beeline to my wardrobe to change.

When I had finished, I saw Ashton waiting for me at the door with his car keys in hand.

I was startled but had no time to question him. We immediately got into the car and headed off towards the address Hannah had given.

On the way, I began dialing John. None of my calls were successful.

“Why isn’t John picking up?” I fretted.

Ashton continued driving, his eyes fixed serenely on the road. “Don’t get all flustered yet.”

I knew that I had to compose myself but couldn’t keep my hands from shaking. Hannah’s baby was only seven or eight months old. How can she suddenly be going into labor? Something must have gone wrong.

It was precisely at this crucial moment that John had chosen to go missing.

I considered briefly and decided to give Louis a call. It was quiet on his end of the line. Louis’ rich voice came through clearly. “Scarlett, what’s up?”

“Uncle Louis, where’s John? I think Hannah’s going into labor now. Can you reach him?” I asked hurriedly.

Louis paused, then said, “I’ll look into it. How’s Hannah doing?”

instinctively, then replied, “I’m still on my way over to her.

John. Focus on getting Hannah to the hospital as soon as you can. Don’t worry!” Louis

roads. He wrinkled his brow as if he was

“What’s wrong?” I prompted.

is in the alley. My car won’t be able to enter. I’ll have to go down to take a look,” he said,

in the yard with a puddle of blood forming beneath her.

she heaved a sigh of relief. Then

only then that I let out the breath I’d been holding

back to look at Ashton, only to see streaks of

he glanced down at his dreadful state. He then

trembling slightly from the shock, and I crumpled onto a chair along the hallway.

a miscarriage

worry, nothing

took out my phone and called John again. It rang

voice, however, that answered. “Hello, Mr. Stovall is currently in the shower. Please

The voice

the

was silence on the other end for

annoyed, and my voice hardened. “Get John on the line,” I

She stuttered, “Ms. Stovall, Mr. Stovall’s really in the shower

refused to dignify her with a response. I flung the phone away from

that sudden bout of

phone. He deftly extracted the memory card,

his own phone, Ashton dialed Joseph. Joseph arrived in