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...

down my spine as I eyed the envelope in his hand. "Are you suggesting

finished speaking, footsteps echoed from

around, I saw Ernest climbing the steps with an umbrella in hand. My heart was

us, but

unfortunate accident, or

gaze briefly meeting mine before shifting to Detective Sampson. "Hello," he

nodded, and Ernest stepped up to stand by our side, bowing in

the sound

while, Detective Sampson spoke, as if to my

sorry.

to step forward and give

sink, clearly indicating

urge to stop him

wind blew, causing my umbrella to bump into

up, our eyes met, and I could see the turmoil in his, darker than the

Detective Sampson called

our umbrellas to face

extended the aged envelope towards us, "Here are