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.

excruciating pain rippled through her abdomen

the living room, she navigated to the coffee table, searching for her phone. Tears streamed down her cheeks

to the emergency services, requesting an ambulance, then dialed

her eyes as she tenderly touched her aching belly, clutching

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

on, her heart growing cold with each unanswered ring. Nathan

dialed again, only to hear the automated voice of a female robot.

her heart plummeted into a bottomless

hesitated to jump to conclusions. Nathan's inability to answer

With trembling hands, she dialed

picked up right

voice quivered.

He took her to the hospital. I'm leading the team to hunt down the remaining kidnappers." Mila let out a bitter laugh. Her heart turned

said, "Cole,

toward the door. Her heart wrenched, and