Too Late, Mr. Johnston: She Is Gone

r body felt hollow. It wasn't just the physical emptiness in her womb; it was

room was dim. There was a silhouette

etic hope flare

" she r

d covered hers. It was

Kara. It

ppointment. Her vision cleared. Julian Vance, her grandfathe

ed. She pulled her hand away and t

tcher. "The hospital called your grandfather as your emer

blinds. "The baby

kno

e drifted to the metal chart holder at the foot of the be

s eyes widen. She reached

cially my grandfather If he knows I'm

need treatment, Kara. Real treatment. No

o be a nurse on a salary. He couldn't

her eyes. "I just want to make s

the gala early. Something about the way Kara had scre

coming to verify her lie.

r to Room 304. It

. And leaning over her, dangerously close, was a man. A man in ch

rush up his neck. It was ir

. The sound was like a g

und, instinctively stepping

?" Davin sneered. "This is why you were so desperate

titches in her abdomen pulled

a monster

s clenched at his sides. "You have n

. He kept his eyes locked on Kar

out a checkbook. He scribbled a number, ripped the paper out, and

said, the sarcasm dripping from his words. "Or pay

. Fifty thousand dollars

om fear, but from rage. She tore the check in half

aid. Her voice w

seen her look at him like that. Usually, her

s discomfort

t expect me to keep paying for that old man's p

alke

was a wet, hacking sound. She covered her mouth with a

pped his arms around

d, leaning her head against his ches