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
touch with John. Focus on getting Hannah to the hospital as soon as you can. Don’t worry!” Louis said
wildly down the roads. He wrinkled his brow
“What’s wrong?” I prompted.
I’ll have to go down to take a look,” he said, immediately parking the car.
finally found Hannah, she was lying in the yard with a puddle of blood forming beneath her. She looked rather dazed and on the verge of passing
of relief. Then
hospital, Hannah was quickly wheeled into the ER. It was only then that I let out the breath I’d
see streaks of blood all over his body. His hands seemed dipped in
his dreadful state. He then
from the shock, and I crumpled onto a chair along the hallway. I quickly clung to Ashton
from the last time I experienced a miscarriage washed over
“Don’t worry, nothing bad is going to
fear had subsided, I remembered my original mission. I took out my phone and called John again. It rang for ages before
answered. “Hello, Mr. Stovall is
voice sounded incredibly
the line,” I replied
on the other end
hardened. “Get John
my displeasure. She stuttered, “Ms. Stovall, Mr. Stovall’s really in the shower right now. I’ll be sure
her with a response. I flung the phone away from me without even
bout of violence, clattering onto the floor with only a
got up and retrieved the phone. He deftly extracted the memory card, then
Ashton dialed Joseph. Joseph arrived in no time at all, bearing an entirely new