Chapter: 39 "Bang!"Tires screeched as her car shot forward, while the black sedan spun out and smashed into another parked vehicle. There was no time to look back. Millie veered onto the main road. Once she saw the headlights in her rearview mirror, panic surged again. She fumbled for her phone, pressed 911, and prayed someone would answer before the car caught up. A dispatcher answered almost instantly, her voice sharp and alert in Millie's ear."Hello, there's a black car with the license plate AB1234 tailing me. The driver just tried to crash into my vehicle. I'm heading down First Avenue toward the East City Police Station and need immediate assistance!" Millie explained the situation clearly, prompting the operator to quickly relay the call to the appropriate station. The road blurred past as Millie pressed harder on the accelerator, nerves stretched to the breaking point. Chaos had swept in so fast, she could barely keep up... Inside her head, a storm of questions and possibilities spun out of control... Who would go this far? Names and faces flashed by, including Brandon, Vivian and everyone connected to the Watson or Bennett families, but no clear suspect emerged. A quick glance in the rearview mirror showed the threat still lingering, her heart pounding every time she checked. Suddenly, the black car changed tactics, swerving off onto a quiet side street as if realizing the chase was over. Seeing it disappear, Millie finally let herself exhale, lungs burning from the tension. The connection to the emergency service stayed open, their steady guidance keeping her focused.w.r. She followed every direction, refusing to slow down until the stone arch of the East City Police Station appeared ahead and uniformed officers waved her in. Relief crashed over her as she pulled into the designated parking space, hands trembling on the wheel.w.. With the danger finally behind her, Millie loosened her grip, shoulders sagging for the first time since the whole nightmare began. Sudden nausea swept through her, stronger now that the adrenaline faded. A low groan slipped out, and pain twisted in her stomach, forcing her to lean forward as she tried to recover. A policewoman gently knocked on the window, her eyes full of concern as she looked at Millie. Millie gripped her stomach, feeling sweat break out across her skin."Ma'am, are you alright?" asked the officer, anxiety clear in her voice as she beckoned the bystanders to come and help. Millie realized the pain had something to do with the baby. The symptoms were unmistakably those of a miscarriage.