No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

The very thing I had been tirelessly searching for, as if by some twist of fate, had found its way to me.

I was genuinely thrilled.

But that excitement quickly turned to confusion.

Why would this person suddenly reach out to me, knowing exactly what I was after?

It's been over a decade since my parents' tragic car accident. Why hadn't this individual disclosed that missing page from the accident report until now?

Reaching out to me now, did they truly possess the report, or was there an ulterior motive?

So many thoughts raced through my mind in an instant, yet regardless of their intentions, I couldn't let this opportunity slip by.

I excitedly typed out a message in response: [How can we meet?]

No reply came.

After a nerve-wracking minute, I began to wonder about this mysterious messenger. When had they even added me?

Checking the new friend request, I noticed it was indeed them who had added me, with a note stating "Officer Sampson."

I had completely forgotten about them since they hadn't spoken to me after adding me.

Could this person be the officer handling the car accident file?!

another message: [Officer

prompt "typing..." appeared

call!] appeared in the message

I swiftly replied with a

but I stared at their message

yet mixed with nerves and a subtle

words

of Herschel,

the

missing page from report, a tangled with Ernest's father's involvement, gave me a strong premonition that this missing report page was

I didn't even want to think about that. But the more daunting it

myself on the balcony again, trying to calm my racing heart and debating whether to share this development with him. "Can't sleep?" Ernest approached, his body radiating a

looked at him, then hugged him

in my ears, unsettling me even

my hair, "Something on your

whether to confide in him. It wasn't that I didn't trust him; I

since began investigating

things

l.ne

was on the verge of uncovering the truth T feared

the person closest to me, a

his father was also implicated in