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?”

shook my head instinctively, then replied, “I’m still on my way over

dear. Let me worry about getting in touch with John. Focus on getting Hannah to the hospital as soon

down the roads. He wrinkled his brow as if he was ponding

“What’s wrong?” I prompted.

that Hannah’s location is in the alley. My car won’t be able to enter. I’ll have to go down to take

found Hannah, she was lying in the yard with a puddle of

us, she heaved a sigh of relief. Then she fainted dead away without saying

It was only then

only to see streaks of blood

his dreadful state. He then

chair along the hallway. I quickly clung to

a miscarriage

consoling, “Don’t worry, nothing bad is going

mission. I took out my phone and called John again. It rang for ages before someone picked

“Hello, Mr. Stovall is currently

voice

on the line,”

other end for a

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

really in the shower right now. I’ll be sure to get

flung the phone away from me

bout of violence, clattering onto

He deftly extracted the memory card,

his own phone, Ashton dialed Joseph. Joseph arrived in no