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.

when it took the pregnant woman away. The disruption was

might not have enough time to safely make the return trip from the cemetery before dark. This would be particularly risky, as I would

down to the hospital to see how the conceiving

At the hospital.

woman got out of it unscathed. She had

delivery room by the time I

to communicate with her family. Rebecca

down. I regarded him silently for some time. “You’ve always been careful at

which instilled a sense

he said, “Rebecca was arguing with

and copper which filled my nostrils brought my attention to a soaked patch against his black

asked as I

fine!” There was

lips pursed as my long-suppressed emotions surged to the surface. “Do you think neglecting to take care of your wounds somehow makes you manlier?

unexpected outburst, and my glare shut down whatever response

cut over his arm. The blood had caked over time and the color of his clothing made it hard for anyone to tell that

I not close enough to smell the

in a comforting voice, “It’s no big

up!” I was upset. Whether it was because he was with Rebecca, or

knew was that I

in to help clean up his wound. He was frosty

ways, the fingers of the youthful nurse trembled at his cold