When I got back to the house, I found the door was left wide open. Immediately, I rushed into Sherry’s bedroom, but the door, too, was open. A few of Sherry’s belongings lay strewn over the carpeted floor, including her phone and a few toiletries. But she was nowhere to be found.
A pool of liquid, most of which had dried up by now, left a mark on the black carpet.
My intuition told me it must have happened minutes while I was unconscious earlier. Emotions rushed inside me.
What do I do now?
“Piper.”
I heaved a sigh to hear Jacques’ voice.
As he came towards me, I flung myself into his arms, still panicking, “Sher…Sherry… she…”
“It’s fine, Piper. The neighbours heard her cry and took her to the hospital. They called me.”
“So…now…”
“She’s delivered.”
Delivered
