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.

it took the pregnant woman away. The disruption was cleared

make the return trip from the

drive down to the hospital to see how the

At the hospital.

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

been sent into the delivery room by the time I got there. Her

taken over Ashton’s duty to communicate with her family. Rebecca sustained light injuries and was

to sit down. I regarded him silently for

emotions in his gaze which instilled a

said, “Rebecca was arguing with me in the

and copper which filled my nostrils brought my attention to a soaked

you hurt?” I asked as I reached out

his. “I’m fine!” There was a profound

to the surface. “Do you think neglecting to take care of your wounds somehow makes you manlier? What’s wrong

unexpected outburst, and my

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 to tell that he

not close enough to smell the blood, I might

my distress, he said in a comforting voice, “It’s no big deal. Just a

was upset. Whether it was because he was with Rebecca, or

was that I was mad

nurse was brought in to help clean up his wound. He was frosty when his

with his ways, the fingers of the