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.

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

picked up a bouquet, and headed 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

noticed a bouquet already there, barely wilted, suggesting the visitor had been there no more

would remember. Could it have been them who visited? But if it was, why hadn't Jacqueline mentioned it?

the wilted flowers

my parents on the headstone, my heart felt heavy, but I smiled. "Mom, Dad,

I'm sorry I couldn't fulfill the wish you, Herschel, and Jacqueline had

time until the heat of the sun reminded me it was time to go. As I was about to throw away the wilted flowers, I noticed they were daisies, not lilies. In all the years with the Wagner family, including Herschel and Jacqueline, and even the times Conrad and I visited, we always brought lilies because

them.

curiosity turned into a perplexing sensation. Could