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?!

sent another message: [Officer Sampson,

"typing..." appeared

my call!] appeared in the message

tightened with nerves as I swiftly replied with

was no further communication from their end, but I stared at

mixed with nerves and

words

persuasions of Herschel,

the

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

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

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

looked at him, then hugged

thudded in my

hand gently stroked my hair, "Something

unsure of whether to confide in him. It wasn't that I didn't

since began

things had

l.ne

Now that I was on the verge of uncovering the

person closest to me,

was also