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 woman away. The disruption

return trip from the cemetery before dark. This would be

I might as well drive down

At the hospital.

it unscathed. She had a fright, which made her water

sent into the delivery room by the time

family. Rebecca sustained light injuries and was taken in

was settled, Ashton finally found time to sit down. I regarded him silently for some time. “You’ve

mixed emotions in his gaze which instilled a sense

was arguing

brought my

you hurt?” I asked as I reached out

intercepted my hand with his. “I’m fine!” There was

lips pursed as my long-suppressed emotions surged to the surface. “Do you think neglecting to take care

unexpected outburst, and my glare shut down whatever

coat. That was when I noticed a lengthy cut over his arm. The blood had caked over

enough to smell the blood,

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

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

knew was that I

in to help clean up his wound. He was frosty when his exquisite, limited edition

the fingers of the youthful nurse trembled at