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.

took the pregnant

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

well drive down to the hospital to

At the hospital.

out of it unscathed. She had

sent into the delivery room by the time I

to communicate with her family. Rebecca sustained light injuries

to sit down. I regarded him silently for some time. “You’ve always been careful at the wheel. What happened

emotions in his gaze which instilled a sense of foreboding within

said, “Rebecca was arguing with me

scent of iron and copper which filled my nostrils brought my

I asked as I

fine!” There was a profound look in

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

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

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 might not have noticed

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

because he was with Rebecca, or because he did

that I was mad as

He

the youthful