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?”

instinctively, then replied, “I’m still on my way over to her. I don’t

fret, my dear. Let me worry about getting in touch with John. Focus on

down the roads. He wrinkled his brow as

“What’s wrong?” I prompted.

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

we finally found Hannah, she was lying in the yard with a puddle of blood forming beneath her. She looked

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

at the hospital, Hannah was quickly wheeled into the ER. It was only then that I

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

glanced down at his dreadful state. He then commented

crumpled onto a chair along the

time I experienced a miscarriage washed over me like a flood,

worry,

my phone and

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

voice

John on the

was silence on the other end

hardened. “Get John on the

seemed to have discerned my displeasure. She stuttered, “Ms. Stovall, Mr. Stovall’s really in the shower right now. I’ll be sure to get him to call you back. Is that

refused to dignify her with a response. I flung

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

retrieved the phone. He deftly

in no time at all, bearing an entirely