No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

It seemed that aside from Yolande, Grant was another who truly knew Ernest.

At least, he was privy to more of the dangers Ernest had faced than I was.

But now, I lacked the courage to delve into his past. I feared that learning of his hardships would only deepen my sorrow and longing for him.

"I don't believe it," Grant repeated those words.

I understood that feeling. In my heart, Ernest wasn't gone; he had just traveled to a place beyond my reach.

"Let's just say he's gone on a long journey," I said, giving the bell a gentle shake.

The clear sound somehow filled the emptiness within me with warmth.

Thank goodness!

This bell Ernest left me was truly a lifesaver.

"Give me a moment, and then I have something for you," Grant suddenly said.

"What is it?"

see," Grant

him, but seeing him- usually so full of laughter - now looking as if

Ernest was the love of my life,

buddy, felt like losing a piece of

Grant left, I sat in the office, idly ringing the bell,

office and visit Deborah's house. I had tried contacting her the day before, but her phone was off, and she wasn't

I had no choice

might you be?" Mrs. Walker asked warily

"Mrs. Walker, I'm Felicia."

paused, then broke into tears, "Ms.

a good place. Sure enough, Mrs. Walker led me inside and said, "This girl, we don't know She's dead

if you know

her

home."

was, I wouldn't have come here. But I couldn't bear to see Mrs. Walker so distressed and

there, I voiced

confusion, "Mrs. Walker, what

happened to Deborah?

to

know?"