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?”

on my way over to

Let me worry about getting in touch with John. Focus on getting

speeding rather wildly down the roads. He wrinkled his brow

“What’s wrong?” I prompted.

able to enter. I’ll have to go down to take a look,” he said, immediately parking the car. He

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 that I let out the breath I’d been holding ever

to see streaks of blood all over his body. His hands

glanced down at his dreadful state.

I crumpled onto a chair

miscarriage washed over me like a flood, leaving

worry, nothing

fear had subsided, I remembered my original mission. I took out my phone and called John again. It rang

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

The voice sounded incredibly

the

was silence on the other end for a while. “Are you

hardened.

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

with a response. I flung the phone away from me without even

bout of violence, clattering onto the floor with only a cracked

deftly

in no time at all, bearing an entirely