Was Tamara really pregnant? If so, then right now...
Snapping back to reality, Milford scooped Tamara into his arms. "Hang on!" he urged, his voice trembling with a rare edge of panic.
He rushed out of the house in a frantic blur, completely ignoring Zadie, who had witnessed the entire ordeal.
She stood frozen in place, her fingertips trembling as she watched Milford carry a blood-soaked Tamara out the front door. A stark, winding trail of crimson stained the floorboards like a snake, a terrifying testament to what had just happened.
It wasn't until Milford and Tamara completely disappeared from sight that she finally snapped out of her daze. Her legs gave out, and she stumbled, leaning heavily against the sofa as a deafening buzz filled her ears.
When did Tamara get pregnant? Was this why Milford had been acting so erratically when he showed up today?
Jolted back to her senses, she pulled out her phone with shaking hands and dialed Hackett's number. The moment the call connected, she lost all composure. "Hackett! Something terrible happened! It's Tamara..."
"What's wrong? Take a deep breath and tell me," Hackett demanded, his brows furrowing as his voice tightened with immediate concern.
"Tamara is pregnant! Milford forced his way into the house just now and dragged her out. She fell hard onto the floor... there was so much blood!" Zadie's voice violently shook. "He took her to the hospital, but I don't know if the baby is going to make it..."
Silence stretched over the line for two agonizing seconds before Hackett's explosive rage shattered it.
"What?! That bastard!" He roared, slamming his fist onto his desk. "Which hospital? I'm heading there right now!"
"Harmony Hospital!" Zadie scrambled to grab her coat and car keys. "I'm on my way there too!"

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