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."

it weren't for the Houston incident, facing this evidence now, what would you do? Would you break up with

deep sadness in his

does that mean?"

son of someone who might be a murderer. And I don't want you feeling guilty about your parents, either." Ernest's voice broke a little,

So much for fate.

need to make excuses or use my name as a

turns out, going from familiarity to strangeness only

cling

even if your father is guilty, I won't hold it

they were alive, they taught me that harboring

asked them if they resented their parents for abandoning them,

their abandonment allowed them to

was because of that they met each other

dad. I've suspected my parents' death might be connected to your dad, but still chose

face twitched, clearly affected by

but his love was