In Love, Never Say Never

I could not explain that either. “It started after I saw the pregnant woman just now. I guess it must be a repercussion of what happened the last time.”

After a brief pause, I regarded him. “What are you doing here?”

Rebecca came over to us. It had only been a few days since, but she looked visibly sallow and seemed to have lost considerable weight.

Ashton was calm. “I was sending her to the hospital when I lost focus and ran into someone.”

There may be more to this than what he described, as he had always been a cautious driver. It was unlikely that the cause had been a loss of concentration on his part.

I glanced over to Rebecca’s pale facade and puffy eyes.

They were filled with hatred and resentment. Did I somehow offend her again lately?

A siren filled the air as the ambulance approached. Ashton ran his fingers through his own hair and swept it behind his ears before he whispered, “Don’t worry about it. Wait for me at home. I’ll be back when this is settled, alright?”

I nodded in acknowledgement.

It was a matter of life and death that he should see to it without delay.

As I watched him depart, Rebecca glared at me. “You should have died!”

Those words were as chilling as they were perplexing.

I was seriously baffled as I was certain that I had done nothing recently that might have roused her ire.

followed in the ambulance when it took the pregnant woman away. The disruption was cleared for traffic to

enough time to safely make the return trip from the cemetery

down to the hospital to see how

At the hospital.

the woman got out of it unscathed. She had a fright, which made her water

by the time I got there. Her family was present

communicate with her family. Rebecca sustained light injuries and was taken

down. I regarded him silently for some

which instilled a sense of

he said, “Rebecca was arguing

scent of iron and copper which filled my nostrils brought my attention to a soaked

hurt?” I asked as I reached out for

hand with his. “I’m fine!” There was a profound

surged to the surface. “Do you think neglecting to take care of your wounds

outburst, and

his arm. The blood had caked over time and the color of his clothing made it hard

I not close enough to smell the blood,

said in a comforting voice, “It’s no

up!” I was upset. Whether it was because he was with Rebecca, or because he did not take care of himself—I

I knew was that I was mad

wound. He was frosty when his exquisite,

the fingers of the youthful nurse trembled