Baby Makes Three

“Libby, what’s your address?” I asked, grabbing my cell phone and heading for the door.

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I couldn’t remember ever feeling so afraid in my life as I hurried to Libby’s house. The emotions that had been running through me all morning were too much to handle. First, I’d merely been co

ncerned, although that concern had been steadily rising. Then when Libby admitted Joanna had been staying with her, there had been a brief moment of relief.

But to find out the whole story, that Libby hadn’t been home, a window was broken, and Joanna had become unresponsive to even Libby’s calls, that was when ice cold fear seized me and refused to relent.

I sped down the highway, my only thoughts being of getting to Libby’s house and praying that Joanna was there, unharmed.

“You call me immediately when you get there,” Tobias had said as I ran out the building. He’d called the police, giving them Libby’s address. He was staying behind to meet with other detectives, show them her picture and fill out a report.

“I will. I promise,” I told him.

Now I could only hope that I would have good news to tell him when I got there.

Turning off the highway, following closely behind Libby’s car, I knew I had reached the right block when I saw the ambulance and police vehicles parked along the street. My heart practically dropped to my toes.

I hastily parked right behind Libby, and both of us leapt out of our respective cars, racing toward Libby’s house.

“Hey! Hey!” several police officers called after us. They hurried over, blocking our paths.

“I live here!” Libby shouted. “I live here! My friend was staying here! Is everything okay? Is she okay?”

“Calm down, ma’am,” one of the officers said.

“Where is she? Where’s the woman who was staying here?!” I demanded.

“And who are you, sir?” another officer said, stepping over, while the other proceeded to speak with Libby.

“I’m…I’m looking for the woman who was here…I…” But then my eyes landed on the ambulance truck. In the back of it, I saw a headful of curly hair that I instantly recognized as Joanna’s.

“Sir! Come back, sir!” the officer yelled after me, but I paid him no mind as I rushed toward the ambulance.

“Joanna!” I yelled.

At the sound of my voice, she raised her head. “Anderson?” she said weakly.

My stomach turned with nausea. Her face and arms were bruised and full of scratches.

“Hold on, sir. Are you family?” an EMT said, stopping me just before I could get to Joanna.

“Yes,” Joanna answered for me. “He is. Let him through.”

The EMT reluctantly stepped aside, and I wasted no time scooping Joanna into my arms. Her body shook as she sobbed into my shoulder.

“Who did this to you? What happened?” I asked.

“It was Zander,” she said. “My ex. He found me.”

“I’ll kill him,” I said, not even caring if police officers were around to hear me make such a statement. I grabbed her face and kissed her, my relief at seeing her alive and well so immense that I almost felt like I was going to faint.

“I don’t know how he found me,” she said in disbelief.

“We’ll handle him. I promise,” I said, reaching to pull my cell phone out my pocket. I sent Tobias a quick message, letting him know that I was with Joanna and that she was all right.

“Sir, we have to take her to the hospital,” a different EMT said. “Only family members are allowed to ride with the patient.”