The Wrong Woman

With a forceful toss, Mila flung her coat outside. The muffled sound of suppressed gunfire echoed once more as the coat was hit.

Simultaneously, Mila sprinted swiftly, ascending the steps and finding refuge within the large columns.

Her breaths became strained, her heart raced, and her nerves stretched to their limit. Her stomach clenched with pain, but home was just a few steps away.

She gently caressed her belly, murmuring, "Baby, don't be afraid, trust Mommy, we'll make it through."

She took off her sweater, seizing the opportunity and tossing it outside. Bullets flew and sliced through the fabric, hitting the door with a menacing thud.

With all her might, Mila risked her life to dash toward the door, but the bullets followed, ringing out in rapid succession. The three shots felt like they grazed past Mila, brushing her with a touch of death, as she raced inside at lightning speed.

Overwhelmed with fear and tension, she ran too fast, causing her to collapse at the entrance, her belly searing with intense pain.

With gritted teeth, Mila crawled forward, her voice trembling as she instructed the sound control system, "Turn off the lights." Darkness instantly enveloped the house.

pain rippled through her abdomen as Mila felt liquid trickling down

down her cheeks as she lay

the emergency services, requesting an ambulance, then dialed

touched her aching belly, clutching the phone with trembling

"Beep... Beep... Beep..."

with each unanswered ring. Nathan

automated voice of a female robot. "The number

heart plummeted into

jump to conclusions. Nathan's inability to answer

numb, soaked through. With trembling hands, she dialed Cole's

picked up right away.

voice quivered.

team to

said, "Cole, hurry back. Phoebe's been

the phone and turned her gaze toward the door. Her heart wrenched, and her body trembled, but no tears