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?”

“I’m still on

me worry about getting in touch with John. Focus on getting Hannah to

the roads. He wrinkled his brow as if he was ponding over

“What’s wrong?” I prompted.

enter. I’ll have to go down to take a look,” he said, immediately parking the car. He swung his

in the yard with a puddle of blood forming beneath her. She looked rather dazed and on

she heaved a sigh of relief. Then she

wheeled into the ER. It was only then

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

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

legs were trembling slightly from the shock, and I crumpled onto a chair along the hallway. I quickly clung

last time I experienced a miscarriage washed over me

worry, nothing bad is going

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

however, that answered. “Hello, Mr. Stovall is currently in the shower. Please call him

The voice sounded incredibly

on the line,” I

the other end

voice hardened. “Get

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

a response. I flung the phone away from me without

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

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

phone, Ashton dialed Joseph. Joseph arrived in no time at