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 my way over to her. I don’t

worry about getting in touch with John. Focus on getting Hannah to the hospital as soon as you can. Don’t

wildly down the roads. He wrinkled his

“What’s wrong?” I prompted.

to go down

was lying in the yard with a puddle of blood forming

us, she heaved a sigh of relief. Then she fainted dead away without saying a

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

turned back to look at Ashton, only to see streaks of blood all over his body. His hands seemed dipped

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

onto a chair along the hallway. I quickly clung

the last time I experienced a miscarriage washed over me

me, consoling, “Don’t worry,

remembered my original mission. I took out my

was a woman’s voice, however, that answered. “Hello, Mr. Stovall is

voice

John on the line,” I

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

was immensely annoyed, and my voice hardened. “Get John on the

Stovall’s really in the shower right now. I’ll

flung the phone away from

phone was rather hardy and survived that sudden bout of violence,

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

in no time at all,