CHAPTER 11

　　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?

　　I remembered ‌she was only eight months pregnant. My heart raced, causing me to forget what I was concerned about earlier.