When There Is Nothing Left But Love

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.

ambulance when it took the pregnant woman away. The disruption was cleared

and might not have enough time to safely make the return trip from the cemetery before dark. This would be

thought I might as well drive down to the hospital to see how

At the hospital.

of it unscathed.

sent into the delivery room by the time I got there. Her family was present

with her family. Rebecca sustained light injuries and

settled, Ashton finally found time to sit down. I regarded him

his gaze which instilled a

he said, “Rebecca was arguing with me

my nostrils brought my attention to a soaked patch against his black

I asked as I

fine!” There

the surface. “Do you think neglecting to take care

was taken by surprise by my unexpected outburst, and my glare shut down whatever response

That was when I noticed a lengthy cut over his arm. The blood had caked over time and the color of his clothing made it hard for anyone

I not close enough to smell the blood, I

a comforting voice, “It’s no big

up!” I was upset. Whether it was because he was with Rebecca, or because he did not

was that I was mad

up his wound. He was frosty when his exquisite,

his ways, the fingers of the