No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

Chapter 167



Herschel froze in his tracks so suddenly I thought he might stumble.

I quickly reached out to steady him. "Herschel..."

He turned to me, a shadow crossing his face. "Felicia, why would you ask something like that out of the blue?"

I wanted to mention what Ernest had told me but couldn't bring myself to share it with Herschel. I brushed it off, "Just a random question, that's all." The usual warmth had drained from Herschel's face, leaving him solemn and, quite frankly, a bit intimidating.

"Felicia, your parents' accident was just that—an accident. I was there, I saw it all. There are police reports and everything to prove it," Herschel said heavily.

I hadn't been to the scene of the accident. Herschel had spared me from it, not wanting me to see something so grim. But that choice had left me with a lifetime of unanswered questions.

"If you're having doubts, or you don't believe me, you can check the records for yourself," Herschel's complexion turned ashen, the joviality gone from his voice.

I knew how close he had been to my father, almost like brothers. Bringing up my parents' death must have reminded him of the tragedy, causing him pain.

my arm through his. "No need, I believe you. It was just

a moment, I thought he

heavy sigh, he said, "Felicia, why don't you go on ahead? I need a moment

with me but suddenly changed his

fine, really. Go on," Herschel gestured for me

Instead, I leaned against the wall, lost in

took me a

al

I found Jacqueline chatting with Ernest. I had worried they might not get. alongor that Jacqueline might give Ernest a

even

descended the stairs

used to say how wonderful it would be

I'd heard why I was betrothed to Conrad, not

said she'd marry young Conrad without a

wasn't Ernest making her laugh; it was her own stories, likely aimed at

like that, always asking the boys to carry her

surprised. His comment sounded as if