No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

"It's 'JusticeHeart'."

He'd asked to meet before, and now calling me, it seemed like he was setting up another meeting.

I once couldn't wait to meet him, eager to uncover the truth behind my parents' car accident. But at some point, I started to dread it, like getting cold feet as you near home.

I glanced at Conrad, who clearly stepped aside, giving me space to take the call, "Detective Sampson."

"Can we meet now?"

I looked at the pouring rain, hardly ideal weather for a meeting.

But he chose this day for a reason. I took a deep breath, "Alright, where?"

I hadn't even touched the pies Jacqueline had made especially for me, leaving her visibly disappointed. It made me feel guilty, like I'd let her down.

"Next time you're free, come over, and I'll make you some more," Jacqueline insisted as I left.

In the heavy rain, I drove out of the Wagner estate.

Conrad asked what was so urgent that it couldn't wait. I only mentioned I was meeting someone important.

Detective Sampson had chosen my parents' gravesite for the meeting. Recalling the flowers I'd seen there before, I had an idea who might have sent them.

parents' tombstone, umbrella in hand. The closer I got, the more nervous

him, but his umbrella hid his

"Detective Sampson?" I initiated.

revealing his face, and

"Hello, Felicia," he greeted.

me passed through my mind, and I realized why he'd asked for my phone number back

times over the years,"

times," he replied, his demeanor always so stern and serious, giving off an air

he was,

over a decade. This gesture, filled with warmth and unfamiliarity, touched me deeply. "Thank

me. I visit them

but obligation," down my spine.

Detective Sampson's words sent

the sense his obligation was linked to my

he remained quiet, just gazing at my parents' photo

the sound of rain was all

I

parents all these years, right?" His question told me he'd done his homework. "Yes, at Mr. Wagner's, from the Wagner Group," I kept my

my

to

their own