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?”

still on my way over to her.

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

rather wildly down the roads. He wrinkled his

“What’s wrong?” I prompted.

to go down to take a look,” he said, immediately

in the yard with a puddle of blood forming beneath her. She

Hannah saw us, she heaved a sigh of relief. Then she fainted dead away without

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

back to look at Ashton, only to see streaks of blood all

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

crumpled onto a chair along the hallway.

terror from the last time I experienced a miscarriage washed over me like a

“Don’t worry, nothing

had subsided, I remembered my original mission. I took out my phone and called John again. It rang for

a woman’s voice, however, that answered. “Hello, Mr. Stovall is

The voice sounded incredibly

the line,”

silence on the other end for

immensely annoyed, and my voice hardened.

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.

flung the phone away from

survived that sudden bout of violence, clattering onto the floor with only

the phone. He deftly extracted the memory

Joseph arrived in no time at