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.

was based on solid

dropped to his sides, and after a moment, he turned to

look; I already knew the

spoke to me, "Felicia, take

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

accident on

by a brake system failure after a technical evaluation. The brake system had been tampered

the sole operator of the vehicle and had not lent it to anyone. Thus, significant suspicion falls on the driver, Carl Collins. Since Cart Collins himself perished in the accident, the intention behind

determined without his testimony.

words "cannot be fully determined"

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since you, as the children of those involved, wanted to know, I've

I'll say it again, we need to look forward," Officer Sampson finished, glancing towards my

left, leaving Ernest and me alone