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.

downpour, he stood by my parents' tombstone, umbrella in hand. The closer I got, the

beside him, but his umbrella

"Detective Sampson?" I initiated.

revealing his face, and I was taken aback. It was

"Hello, Felicia," he greeted.

a death certificate for me passed through my mind, and I realized

you must have visited my parents quite a few times over the

demeanor always so stern and serious, giving off

he was, visiting

parents, keeping them in his thoughts for over a decade. This gesture, filled

to thank me. I visit

but obligation," down my

Detective Sampson's words sent

obligation was

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

silence, the sound of rain was all that

I

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

had my suspicions

to

their own daughter,"