No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

Mentioning my father, Dustin fell silent, acutely aware that his own father was responsible for my dad's death.

"I guess I'll never enjoy meatballs the same way again," I said, looking at the dish Phipps had prepared, my words lacking sincerity.

I couldn't let Dustin suspect Phipps. I was now certain that Phipps was Ernest in disguise, which meant he had a purpose.

Though I wasn't privy to his motives, my role was clear: cooperate and avoid causing trouble.

"Felicia, I'm truly sorry about your parents," Dustin said, displaying the expression of a man burdened by guilt.

His pretentiousness sickened me, but I placated him against my better judgment, "It's not your fault."

He managed a bitter smile, "Felicia, you're a kind soul."

Yes, foolishly kind. I once thought I could forgive the harm his parents inflicted on mine, but I've realized that's beyond me.

Not wanting to continue the conversation, I turned my attention to the creamy pumpkin soup before me, its sweet, milky flavor providing a semblance of comfort. Phipps' culinary skills were undeniable, even surpassing Ernest's previous attempts.

to ask if he spent these months perfecting his cooking instead

delicious," I complimented, under Dustin's watchful

plans tonight?" Dustin asked, hanging onto every word I

I replied, licking

looked, Dustin's gaze deepened,

sudden but not unexpected,

to give him a glimmer of

feel like

just as

to leave, "I'll see you tonight

out a sigh and turned my attention back

I didn't leave a single bite, confident I

a message from Grant asking if someone was with me, hinting I might not

responding, I tried calling Deborah, only to find her phone