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

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

drive down to the

At the hospital.

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

had 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

regarded him silently for some time. “You’ve

his gaze which instilled a

was arguing with me in the

brought my attention to a soaked patch against his black

I asked as I reached out

his. “I’m fine!” There was

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

unexpected outburst, and my glare shut

reached over to remove his coat. That was when I noticed a lengthy cut over his arm. The blood had caked over time and the color of his clothing made it

smell the blood, I might not have noticed

a comforting voice,

Whether it was because he was with Rebecca, or

that I

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

the fingers of the youthful