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.

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

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

deliberation, I thought I might as well drive down to

At the hospital.

appear that the woman got out of it unscathed. She had a fright,

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

with her family. Rebecca

finally found time to sit down. I regarded him silently for some time. “You’ve always been careful

in his gaze which instilled a sense

said, “Rebecca was arguing with me in

brought my attention to a soaked patch

you hurt?” I asked as I reached out

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

surged to the surface. “Do you think neglecting to take care of your wounds somehow makes you manlier?

by my unexpected outburst, and my

over his arm. The blood had caked

the

said in a comforting voice,

Whether it was because he was with Rebecca, or because

knew was that I was

clean up his wound. He

of the youthful nurse trembled at