When There Is Nothing Left But Love

We were all used to Jackson’s habit of frequently changing phone numbers by now. “Well, tell me and I’ll save it now.”

I then put Macy on speakerphone and prepared to update his contact details. I also caught a glimpse of Molly, who was wiping the tables in the living room. I walked in and said hello.

As I made my way upstairs, Macy could hear all the movements I had been making. “Well, don’t take it down while you’re walking. Either find something to write on, or I’ll just text you.”

I was feeling alright, but since she called, I figured we’d chat for a while longer. I did not feel like hanging up so soon. ” Give me a moment. I’m going to pop into the study and find something to write on.”

The study was very large and well furnished, all according to Ashton’s tastes. As I made my way around the table, I rummaged through the drawers and found a piece of paper that I could jot down what Macy told me.

As we continued our banter on banal topics, I noticed a hard, yellow folder in the drawer. Keeping her on the line, I reached for the folder and opened it.

Seeing the contents of the file, I was momentarily distracted.

“By the way, do you still have morning sickness? I’d heard some old wives’ tale about how we seem to stop vomiting when we reach our third trimester. But that will take ages!” Macy whined from the other end of the line.

As I stared at the words on the file, I lost all desire to chat. “I’ll get back to you in a bit, Macy.”

“What’s up?”

“I need to tend to something. We’ll talk later.”

After hanging up, I closed the drawer and felt a strange heaviness in my heart. It could be that the atmosphere in the study was too dull.

When I went downstairs again, Molly greeted me with a smile. “Mrs. Fuller, is there something you feel like eating? Some dessert, maybe?”

“No, thank you.” My reply was listless, but I truly didn’t have the energy to deal with her. With that, I left the living room.

I go if I wanted

the street. As

were not that bad. I’d been mentally preparing

child, we’d have likely burnt our bridges much

took me a while to realize that I was lost. I gazed at all the people around me and couldn’t quite make out where I was. I had

found a place to sit down. Unfortunately

that I was

to borrow a phone from the passers-by but

BMW on the other side of the road. Thinking he wanted to park where I stood, I turned around and began walking in the

“Scarlett?”

turn around to check. Upon closer inspection, I realized that the car window was rolled down, revealing the

moment, was that

he

What a coincidence running into you here!” I chuckled, trying

a man of many words. His gaze soon fell at my bare, bleeding feet. I’d taken my shoes off because they chafed my feet from

awkward, but I had nowhere to hide.

the car,” he

for a stroll, and I should be able to go back soon. There’s

getting dark.

I swore inwardly.

I lowered my gaze to stare at my bloodied feet and sighed quietly. Now was

I entered his car, all he did was glance at me and curtly asked me to fasten my

nodded. Seeing that he’d started the car, I asked him to take me back