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The Price of Love
by AshleyTara
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CHAPTER 18
In Harmony’s Residential Area
Sam came to a stop at a stop sign and waited for a passing car before continuing his drive home. The whole way
back from the mansion he had been thinking about his past with Ivy, his family, well, both of his families, and
what his past would do to his family with Grace.
He loved Grace and he always had. She was the mother of his children, but now he knew Ivy was, too. A long time
ago he had dreamed about what it would be like to have children with Ivy, and now he couldn’t help worrying about
her and regretting not insisting on waiting to take her to the hotel. There was no telling when Julian would show
up.
Sam knew she was too proud and independent, so he hadn’t told her that he was going to call Pilar and tell her
to go over to the mansion to help Ivy out. He had done just that, and Pilar had promised to go over as soon as
possible. Pilar would at least be a diversion if Julian did show up.
Sam’s train of thought shifted as he turned onto his block and was met by roadblocks, police cars, an ambulance,
and a crowd. Being the Chief of Police and investigative cop that he was, Sam hopped out of his car and began
to approach the scene to find out what was going on. His pace quickened, however, and his heart began to race
as he realized that the crowd in the street was directly in front of his own home.
Sam started running over to where the paramedics were loading a gurney as one of the cops unsuccessfully tried
to stop him to explain what had happened. Sam had a bad feeling about all of this. When he reached his destination,
Sam was horrified by what he saw. Kay was shockingly silent while holding Jessica who was sobbing violently in
her sister’s arms. Charity was pacing back and forth hysterically mumbling something about being the only one
left and not be able to carry it out alone. And Grace…Grace was worst of all. She had just been placed on the
paramedics’ gurney. Her face was dirty and scraped, one of her legs was twisted in a very unnatural way, and she
was bleeding from her side. Sam ran to her, "What happened? What happened to my wife," he yelled.
"We’re not sure yet Sir, but it looks like hit and run. One of the girls came outside and found her like
this and called 9-1-1. Right now we’ve got to get her to the hospital," one of the paramedics replied as
they loaded Grace’s mangled body into the ambulance.
"Right, let’s go," Sam answered. With that, the ambulance went tearing down the residential streets
of Harmony, bound for the hospital. |
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