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

Focus on getting Hannah to the

roads. He wrinkled his brow as

“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 a look,” he said, immediately parking the car. He swung his

yard with a puddle of blood forming beneath her. She looked

sigh of relief.

at the hospital, Hannah was quickly wheeled into the ER. It was only then

to look at Ashton, only to see streaks of

state.

from the shock, and I crumpled onto a chair along the hallway. I quickly clung

a miscarriage washed over me like a flood,

worry, nothing bad

original mission. I took out my phone

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

The voice

on the line,” I replied

silence on the other end for a

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

discerned my displeasure. She stuttered, “Ms. Stovall, Mr. Stovall’s really in the shower right now.

I flung the phone

bout of violence, clattering onto the floor

phone. He deftly extracted the memory card, then casually tossed the

Joseph. Joseph arrived in no time at all, bearing an entirely new