No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

Chapter 401

Chapter 401

Chapter 401



Herschel's struggle to speak was so palpable that tears instantly flooded my eyes.

I had seen Herschel in many lights - bold, towering, a force to be reckoned with. But never like this, so frail and diminished.

"Don't cry, Felicia... don't cry," Herschel said, mustering his strength to lift his hand, aiming to wipe away my tears.

I clasped his hand firmly, using my own shirt to dab at my eyes instead.

Wait!

The shirt wasn't mine; it belonged to Conrad.

He had whisked me away from the hotel, at a time when I was merely in my pajamas. Once we got into his car, he offered his jacket to me.

I had wanted to refuse, but clad only in a spaghetti strap nightgown, I wasn't in a state to meet anyone. So, I accepted, and had been wearing it ever since.

"Yeah, no more tears," I said, lifting my tear-streaked face, managing a strained smile.

with complexity, unsettling me. I gripped his hand tighter. "Herschel, you're going to be okay. You have

my own body," Herschel's voice was so weak, his

weathered so many storms in his life, always with

you remind me of your mother," Herschel

brought to mind Judie, that girl who was a

I never

must be happy in another world by

been beautiful, then," I said

"Yes, your mother was... she was

right?"

"Felicia, you... are a good kid. You will... find

he felt regret and guilt about Conrad's

now. Ernest treats me well," I didn't want him to dwell on what Conrad owed

didn't reply, just watched

saw me, his

to tell me, and Conrad had

this

mentioned we only had two minutes, so I asked, "Herschel, what did you want to tell

called me, "Stop looking into your parents'

froze, shocked that this was what Herschel wanted to

swallowed the dryness in my

briefly. "Because... I want you to

to do