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?!

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

the prompt "typing..." appeared almost immediately. I watched,

my call!] appeared in the message

tightened with nerves as I swiftly

no further communication from their end, but I stared at their message for a

yet mixed with nerves and a subtle

comforting words

of

the

father's involvement, gave me

about that. But the more daunting it seemed, 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 cool freshness

him, then

heartbeat thudded in my ears, unsettling

stroked my hair, "Something

in him. It wasn't that I didn't trust him; I was just

began investigating

things had

l.ne

was on the verge of uncovering the truth T feared

to me,

father was also