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

to his sides, and after a moment, he turned to me, handing me the several sheets

look; I

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

encouragingly. With his support, I began to

traffic accident

caused by a brake system failure after a

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

determined without his testimony.

fully determined"

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laughable that it was never filed. But since you, as the children of those involved, wanted to know, I've provided

it again, we need to look forward," Officer Sampson finished, glancing towards

leaving Ernest and me