When There Is Nothing Left But Love (Ashton And Scarlett)

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

dear. Let me worry about getting in touch with John. Focus on getting Hannah to the hospital as soon as you can. Don’t worry!” Louis said

speeding rather wildly down the roads. He wrinkled

“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 swung his legs out and headed

with a puddle of blood

she heaved a sigh of relief. Then she fainted dead

the ER. It was only then that I let out the breath I’d

Ashton, only to see streaks of blood all over

my look of horror, he glanced down at his dreadful state.

and I crumpled onto a chair

terror from the last time I experienced a miscarriage washed over me like a

worry,

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

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

The voice

the line,” I replied

was silence on the other end

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

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

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

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

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

dialed Joseph. Joseph arrived in no