No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

"Life is fleeting; cherish the here and now."

I got the message loud and clear, and it only deepened my unease.

This meant that the investigation into my parents' car crash might implicate someone who was still alive.

He was telling me not to harbor resentment for the living because of the dead, especially not those who've been kind to me.

"Detective Sampson, I understand what you're saying, and I've been doing a lot of thinking these past few days," I conveyed my stance.

I wasn't trying to deceive him, nor was I rushing to get the results. Ever since I stumbled upon the contract in my dad's old journal, I've been lost in a sea of speculation and struggle, but I've come to terms with a lot.

"It seems the wait wasn't for nothing," he said, making me realize why he'd been feeding me tidbits of information without ever revealing the whole picture.

After he spoke, he reached into his pocket and pulled out an envelope.

He didn't hand it over right away but continued, "You know a guy named Ernest, right?"

Instantly, I remembered Ernest was also digging into his father's death, and I blurted out, "He came to you too?"

"Yeah, he did. Looking for the same thing," Detective Sampson's words made me catch my breath.

does he...

a shiver down my spine as I eyed the envelope in his

finished speaking, footsteps echoed from the staircase

climbing the steps with an umbrella in

tangled past between us, but also the impending

accident, or maybe

two steps below, his gaze briefly meeting mine before shifting to Detective Sampson. "Hello," he

stand by our side, bowing

stood in silence amid the sound of rain, facing

as if to my parents, "Mr.

I'm sorry. It took

to step forward and

words made my heart sink, clearly indicating that the car crash wasn't a

urge

blew, causing my

and I could see

Felicia," Detective Sampson

both adjusted our umbrellas to

envelope towards us, "Here