"The doctor said she miscarried. She has some minor scrapes but nothing serious. Do you want me to bring her here, Mr. Sutton?" Taylor asked with concern.
Joseph raised his hand to signal there was no need.
His emotions were a tangled mess. He hated Wilma's approach and did not wish for her to be the mother of his child.
Nevertheless, he had never considered giving up his own blood.
Now that the child was gone, as a father, he felt a pang of sadness. He needed to do something to vent his bottled-up frustration.
"Has the police gotten involved?" he inquired.
"They have, but they haven't identified the other driver yet," Taylor responded.
Joseph recalled the boy. He seemed young and scared, and he wasn't seriously hurt. Joseph distinctly saw the boy scramble out of the car and run awa
