Too Late, Mr. Johnston: She Is Gone

lucent. Her fingers trembled as she pressed the send button on the disposable burner phone. The enc

serrated knife being dragged through her insides.The phone slipped into the sink, Ka

m, wet sensation slidin

looke

rop of bright red blood splatte

ng with a woman who was just w

thing she saw was her own hand, pale and shaking, reaching

Beeping monitors. The squeak of rubber soles on linoleum.

y, the lights over

secret visits. He looked grim, was shouting orders at a

d the docto

whispered. "Is

, he looked at the monitor,

terminate the pregnancy immediately. We have to do

ed with the cold sweat on her

a choice, Kara.

e consent forms, we need a signature, o

odded weakly. The nurse shoved a phone

top of her contacts list. The number she was

vi

he air conditioning. Davin Johnston sat at the head of the long mahogany

vibrated against

ame on the screen made

remembered his grandfather's voice from ye

, annoyed breath and

is it,

n. "I'm at the hospital. The baby

tting there, ostensibly taking notes for the meeting, though she wa

ords: Is she aski

arned him, she said Kara was desperate, that she would invent a pregnancy s

er curled

"You really have no bottom, do you? You're l

Kara screamed o

" he said, his voice devoid of emotion. "Don't try

apped the red icon. He tossed the device on

lent. Every executiv

aid, leaning back i

e buzzed in

lide from her finge

r head let out a lon

ed. "Forget the husband! We're l

ra felt the cold creeping up her legs, settling in her chest. She clo

e darkness swallowed her