No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

He went silent, but I could tell he was digging deeper.

"Why? Why won't you just tell me?" My patience was wearing thin, my hand thumping against the back of his seat.

Screech-

The car screeched to a stop, his hands gripping the steering wheel so tight his knuckles turned white. I spotted the stress on his face and my breath hitched.

"It's about money," he finally said, though his gaze was averted.

But he wasn't facing me, and I couldn't see his expression.

I thought about Susie Collins' illness, "Is it to pay for Susie's medical bills?"

Ernest rummaged through the glove compartment, pulling out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. It took him a few tries to get it lit, "Felicia Hudson, my father was responsible for your parents' death. It's a debt of life. A debt passed from father to son. I owe you." He didn't answer my question directly but dropped this bombshell instead.

I watched him smoke, "So, how do you plan to repay this life debt?"

His cigarette trembled between his fingers, but he didn't offer an answer. Instead, he asked, "What did Lord tell you?"

but I was

I finished, Ernest asked,

outside at the abandoned factory where I had been kept for hours, "I think Lord is using me as a pawn."

Shirley Travis bring

head with

he wants me dead, but then Shirley lets me go.

know the truth, redirect my anger towards the

window, "Lord wants me to hate the Wagner family, making me aware that even if he was the one who bribed your father to go after my parents,

your hatred towards the Wagner family?

me, or do

it's true that the Wagner

tightened

Although had suspected my

I hadn't fully considered the possibility. What

the police and have them pay

seeking a clear explanation, and sever ties with the