When There Is Nothing Left But Love

Jackson sighed as he drove.

Back at Glenwood, I followed the doctor’s instructions with the herbal remedy. Summer began crying again. Jackson said that she’ll cry whenever she’s feeling hungry. But she didn’t seem to enjoy the milk formula very much.

Nick stayed back at the office that night. That presented a dilemma, as he was the handiest with Summer. Without him, Jackson and I were at a loss in regards to her constant crying.

The only thing we could do was to hold her and paced around the room. It wasn’t easy, but we managed to get her down for a nap.

The remedy was ready. I helped myself to a large bowl of it. Jackson stared at me glumly. “The smell alone is bitter enough to make me gag. Are you sure you want to do this?”

I nodded, took a deep breath, pinched my nose, and gulped it all down. It was bitter as hell, and the honey lozenge that Jackson handed me afterward couldn’t have been more welcome.

My stomach wasn’t agreeable, either. It rumbled on and on like a grouchy old dog. I went back into the bedroom and lay down for a bit. Not long after, Nick came home and took Summer and Jackson out for a walk.

I was almost asleep when the phone rang; It was Ashton. I picked up groggily. “What is it?” I mumbled, irritated.

“Come down, we need to talk!” He said in a low voice.

“Can we do this another day? I’m not up for moving much today.” I didn’t feel like having another quarrel again, and I felt that my irritation might just spark one. Besides, another day might give us both time to calm down and talk things through better.

“I’m coming up!”

I…

a panic. I got

wasn’t that harsh. Clad in a wooly sweater and

is it?” I repeated. I felt extra prickly today, for some reason. It might be due to the herbal medicine

into a bin nearby. He straightened

“Say whatever it is you’re here for!” My patience wore thin and

but I couldn’t read his

things going on!” I shrugged off his coat and handed it back to him. “Besides, I

I sensed

voice. “Don’t you know that? Do you think it’s appropriate for you to be living with

you this before. If you’re not happy with this arrangement, I’m

arm roughly. It hurt. “Is our marriage a joke to you? Have you become so comfortable in flinging the threat

It’s a joke! So, Ashton, when are you going

a long while, he tightened his grip around my arm and flung me into the backseat of his car, with strength

retaliate. Before I could sit

dangerous ride; he sped past countless red lights.

when Ashton yanked me out of the car. “Ashton, are you crazy?” I

I grew dizzy and lost my

me into a bedroom and flung me onto the bed. He climbed on top of me and took off his

you scumbag!” I shouted as I bit into his

didn’t know what to do with

struggling and opened my eyes. I couldn’t divorce him, nor could I