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?!

I quickly sent another message: [Officer Sampson, looking forward

time, the prompt "typing..." appeared

call!] appeared

with nerves as I swiftly replied

their end, but I stared at their message

was ecstatic yet mixed with nerves and a subtle

comforting words of

persuasions of

the

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

about that. But the more daunting it seemed, the more I needed to know the

and debating whether to share this development with him. "Can't sleep?" Ernest approached, his body radiating a cool freshness from his

looked at him, then

my ears, unsettling me even

my hair, "Something on

It wasn't that I didn't trust him; I

since began

things

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Now that I was on the verge of uncovering

person closest to me,

his father was also implicated in this