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.

assessment was based on

a moment, he turned to

to look;

shook slightly as I held the papers. Officer Sampson spoke to me, "Felicia, take a look. If you have

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

accident on

system failure after a technical evaluation.

it was found that the driver, Carl Collins, was the sole operator of the vehicle and had not lent it to anyone. Thus, significant suspicion falls on the driver,

determined without his testimony.

"cannot be fully determined" seemed

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as the children of those involved, wanted to know,

adults. 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

leaving Ernest and