No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

Chapter 20



Fanny could tell I was holding back the truth, but she didn't press the issue. Instead, she said, "Fine, keep me posted. By the way, where are you off to today? You're welcome at my place if you're not up for heading back to the Wagner family."

Fanny was working the night shift, so crashing at her place was the perfect arrangement.

I didn't want to return to the Wagner family, especially now that Conrad and I were sharing a room. But constantly staying at Fanny's wasn't ideal, either. Even though she was single, nobody liked their personal space invaded.

"Sure," I didn't refuse. It was better than staying at a hotel until I found a place to live.

Even though I had a place to sleep for the night, I didn't head straight there. Instead, I drove to the outskirts of town. The area was the old part of town, but it was densely populated, mainly by renters attracted by the cheap rent.

I had come there because it was where my family home was. Before my parents passed away, the three of us lived there. Back then, it wasn't the old part of town. The economy was booming, and everything was easily accessible.

But ten years had changed everything, and the area had lost its former glory. Most of the houses in our neighborhood got rented out, but ours remained vacant, preserved as it was. My parents' clothes and shoes were still in their places, untouched.

I missed them, I could visit, even though my visits had become less frequent over time. Eventually, they began to

half an hour to drive there. I grabbed the

the furniture, and the power was off due to the long absence. Luckily, I had the account details and

each room, ending in my bedroom. Seeing the pink sheets on my bed, I made a decision. I didn't need to go anywhere else. I would stay here. Although it was a half-hour drive, it wasn't too far, considering my commute from the Wagner family

I started cleaning and didn't stop

throughout, save for a message from Fanny,

they were okay meant the

I slept in my parents' home for the first

a report the day before, I noticed a discrepancy from the original design and

there was a difference. I called the project manager, and after discussing it on-site,

house, I went to the mall, where

seemed she was all good, but her panic the day before had been

and it worked. Conrad denied having feelings

undeniably strange.

explaining her preferences to a sales associate. “Nothing too flashy. I want something mature and low-key, maybe even a