When There Is Nothing Left But Love

I was at a loss, so I went to Macy.

She was at Hour Bar.

It was still early, so there weren’t many customers. Macy ordered a cocktail before she handed it to me. “Why are you here at this hour? Did something happen?”

My gaze swept across the girls spinning around the poles. Hearing the tremendously loud pop music and yells, I shook my head. The cocktail was already on my lips when I put it down. “No. I came here to wind down.”

“Did Ashton bully you again?” Macy asked in exasperation. “If you’ve had enough of it, get a divorce. You’re pretty enough to get other men whom you’re attracted to. Why would you stay with an ice sculpture forever? Isn’t that tiring?”

Macy was always this outspoken. We were good friends, so she hated seeing me mope over Ashton.

I handed the pregnancy report to her as I uttered helplessly, “Even if I’m pretty, would any man accept me if I have a child?”

Grabbing the pregnancy report from me, Macy studied it carefully. Her eyes widened as she asked me, “You’re six weeks pregnant? I’d thought that you never had sex with Ashton? How did you get pregnant?”

Ashton came to pick me up.” I took the pregnancy report from

a while to regain her composure. “So

my head. To be honest, I was at a

trouble.

a daze. As the crowd was growing, I told Macy, “You should head back

changed my cocktail

the bar became crowded and rowdy. Macy was too busy to talk to

in the

it when the thugs had arrived. It wasn’t until people started yelling and stuff went

the bar; all of them were surrounding Macy. Most of the customers had fled. Even the booming music was

was sitting in the corner in the shadows, so no one noticed

that they were here to find fault. To my surprise, Macy was eerily calm. Eventually, she asked them, “Are