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.

umbrella in hand. The closer I got, the more

him, but his umbrella

"Detective Sampson?" I initiated.

and I was taken

"Hello, Felicia," he greeted.

issuing a death certificate for me passed through my mind, and

few times over the years," I remarked, eyeing the fresh flowers on

always so stern and serious,

he

them in his thoughts for over a decade. This gesture, filled with warmth and unfamiliarity, touched me deeply. "Thank

thank me. I visit

down my

Detective Sampson's words sent

got the sense his obligation was

for him to go on. But he remained quiet, just gazing at my parents'

silence, the sound of rain was all

I broke the

with a friend of your parents all these years, right?" His question told me he'd done his homework. "Yes,

my suspicions about

good to you," Detective

as their own daughter," I