No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

"Ernest!" When I called his name, I reached out and grabbed his arm.

He looked at me, and I looked back at him, my eyes trembling, my lips quivering...

Though I hadn't said a word, he understood me. When my throat felt like it was on fire from the pain, he spoke up in a raspy voice, "We need an answer."

With that, he pulled away from my grasp, took the envelope, and opened it.

His movements were swift, almost as if he feared any delay might give me a chance to stop him.

The paper inside had aged to a yellow hue, but I didn't look at it.

Ernest, however, read each line carefully, then turned his gaze to Officer Sampson, as if seeking confirmation on something.

"I knew what this assessment would imply. That's why, back then, I had three different auto repair shops evaluate it. Their findings are all in this envelope," Officer Sampson's words prompted Ernest to open the envelope again.

Each document had also yellowed with time, but all were signed and stamped.

the assessment was based on

hands dropped to his sides, and after a moment, he turned to me, handing me the

need to look; I already knew

spoke to me, "Felicia, take a

Officer Sampson, who nodded encouragingly. With his support, I began to

traffic accident

by a brake system failure after a technical evaluation. The brake

and had not lent it to anyone. Thus, significant suspicion falls on the driver, Carl Collins. Since Cart Collins himself perished in the

determined without his testimony.

be fully determined" seemed

།

children of those involved, wanted to know, I've provided it." Officer Sampson

You'll have your views on this assessment. But I'll say it again, we need to look forward," Officer Sampson finished, glancing towards my parents' gravestones. "They would want

leaving Ernest