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?”

on my way over to her. I

right. Don’t fret, my dear. Let me worry about getting in touch with John. Focus

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

“What’s wrong?” I prompted.

to go down to take a look,” he said, immediately parking the car. He swung his legs out

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

Hannah saw us, she heaved a sigh of relief. Then she fainted dead

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

streaks of blood all over

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

and I crumpled onto a chair along the hallway. I quickly clung

the last time I experienced a miscarriage washed over me like a flood, leaving me

worry,

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

Mr. Stovall is currently in the

voice sounded incredibly

the line,” I replied

silence on the other end for a while. “Are you Ms.

immensely annoyed, and my voice hardened. “Get John on the line,”

Mr. Stovall’s really in the shower right now. I’ll be sure to get him

refused to dignify her with a response. I flung the phone away from me without even hanging

of violence, clattering onto the floor with only

up and retrieved the phone. He deftly extracted the memory card, then casually tossed the phone

in no time at all, bearing an entirely