No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

"I'll make it right for what my dad did."

My heart felt as if it had been struck by a blunt instrument.

I turned to him, asking, "Ernest, are you accepting that verdict then? You've been digging into this, haven't you? Your investigation led you to believe your dad messed with the brakes, causing my parents' accident?"

We'd suspected as much before, and he'd promised to get to the bottom of it and give me closure.

But now, without any closure, he seemed to accept a conclusion not even the police could firmly make.

What was this? A brush-off, or did he actually want me to resent him because of his father's actions?

Ernest wouldn't meet my gaze, staying silent.

Thinking about his decision to end things, my chest tightened, "Ernest, did you know this all along? Is that why you broke up with me"

"No," his response was firm.

My heart fluttered as he looked down at the raindrops hitting the ground, "Felicia, I'll keep investigating my father's case. If I find anything, you'll be the first to know. But as it stands, my dad is the prime suspect."

the Houston incident, facing this evidence now, what would

sadness in his eyes. "I

What does that

you feeling guilty about your parents, either." Ernest's voice broke a

So much for fate.

to make excuses or use my name as a shield," I said, looking at him. He was still the same person, but he

turns out, going from familiarity to strangeness

won't cling to you.

our parents' feud, even if your father is guilty, I won't hold it against you,"

alive, they taught me that harboring resentment

if they resented their parents for abandoning them, making

abandonment allowed them to experience life in

each other

dad is your dad. I've suspected my parents' death might be connected to your dad, but still chose to be with you," I smiled slightly, "In loving you, I was determined, never once thinking of changing because of any situation."

twitched, clearly

me, but his