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?”

head instinctively, then replied, “I’m still on my

with John. Focus on getting Hannah to the hospital as

Ashton was speeding rather wildly down the roads. He wrinkled his brow as if he

“What’s wrong?” I prompted.

says here 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

of blood forming beneath her. She looked rather dazed and on

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

Hannah was quickly wheeled into the ER. It was only then that I let out the breath I’d been

only to see streaks of blood all over his body. His

dreadful state. He then commented ruefully, “I’m fine! I’ll go back

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

a miscarriage washed over

me, consoling, “Don’t worry, nothing

mission. I took out my phone and called John again. It rang for ages before

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

voice

the line,” I replied

other end for a

voice hardened. “Get John

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

her with a response. I flung the phone

and survived that sudden bout of violence, clattering onto the floor

deftly extracted the memory

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