When There Is Nothing Left But Love

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

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

down the roads. He

“What’s wrong?” I prompted.

the alley. My car won’t be able to enter. I’ll have to go down to take

we finally found Hannah, she was lying in the yard with a puddle of blood forming beneath her. She looked

saw us, she heaved a sigh of relief. Then she fainted dead

only then that I let out the breath I’d

at Ashton, only to see streaks of blood all

of horror, he glanced down at his dreadful state. He then commented ruefully, “I’m fine! I’ll go back and take a shower

onto a chair along the hallway. I quickly clung

time I experienced a miscarriage washed over me like a flood, leaving me

worry, nothing bad is

took out my phone and called John again. It rang

answered. “Hello, Mr. Stovall is currently in the shower.

voice sounded

John on the line,” I

on the other end for a while.

my voice hardened. “Get John

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

response. I flung the phone away from

bout of violence,

the phone. He deftly extracted the

Ashton dialed Joseph. Joseph arrived in