No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

Chapter 138



I laughed. "Ernest, I've made myself clear. If our goals aren't the same, it's best we go our separate ways."

"But you need a boyfriend, right?" he asked me.

"Sure, I do. But I can't keep up with a military man like you. I'll find another way," my words seemed to deepen the intensity in Ernest's eyes.

I thought he would try to stop me or compromise, but I overestimated my importance. He said nothing.

"Goodbye. Sorry for the abruptness," I said, turning to get into my car and driving away, almost like I was fleeing the scene.

me anymore, I stopped the car, took a moment to catch my breath, and regretted the impulsiveness provoked by last night's drinks. I should've considered anyone else, even Jefferson, to play the role of my boyfriend instead of stirring

to my parents' gravesite. Aside from Memorial Day and the anniversaries of their deaths, I seldom visited there. But lately, I'd been dreaming about my childhood, about Mom and Dad, as if they were

a bouquet already there, barely wilted, suggesting the

been them who visited? But if it was, why hadn't Jacqueline mentioned it? I was puzzled, but considering my recent fallout with Conrad, perhaps Jacqueline forgot to tell

wilted flowers aside

young faces of my parents on the headstone, my heart felt heavy, but I smiled. "Mom, Dad, have you been missing me? I've

broke up. I'm sorry I couldn't fulfill the wish you, Herschel, and Jacqueline had for us to marry." "Mom, Dad, I think you'd prefer my happiness over fulfilling

away the wilted flowers, I noticed they were daisies, not lilies. In all the years with the Wagner family, including Herschel and Jacqueline,

them.

not from them. If not them, then who? My curiosity turned into a perplexing sensation. Could there have been an old friend