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

his sides, and after a moment, he turned to

need to look; I already knew

held the papers. Officer Sampson spoke to me, "Felicia, take a look. If

encouragingly. With his

traffic accident on June

determined to be caused by a brake system failure after a

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 the brake

determined without his testimony.

fully

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

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

left, leaving Ernest and