No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

Chapter 817

For ages, she hadn't been this close to him, allowing him to pat her head like he used to when they were kids.

Fanny and I barely slept a wink all night, feeling jittery and uneasy.

Jacqueline was another insomniac, keeping watch at the makeshift memorial in the living room, refusing to leave despite Conrad's gentle coaxing.

We hadn't seen Dustin all night, and Fanny was half-convinced he'd made a break for it.

But I knew better. Dustin wouldn't run. He was too far down the rabbit hole of betrayal. He wouldn't flee now, though he might scheme something else. What we needed was to catch him red-handed with the evidence to finally bring him to justice.

"Felicia, are you up?" Jacqueline's voice came from outside our door.

I opened the door. "Morning, Aunt Jackie."

"You're up! Come on down and grab a bite. You'll need your strength today," she said, and it was then I noticed she was wearing an apron.

Breakfast? At a time like this? It seemed odd to me, and Fanny picked up on it too, teasing, "Think she's poisoned the pancakes to protect her son?"

"You're a doctor; a little poison shouldn't scare you," I joked back.

we couldn't quite understand how Jacqueline

like this, we joined her

a no-show, but his place was

we wait?" I

shook her head. "No need, we can

ease our discomfort, Jacqueline urged us to eat and even served us from the spread.

love pumpkin pie. Fanny,

are your favorite

say something more profound, but she just kept reminding us

have

peeled orange her

she wasn't

plentiful, but none of us had much of an appetite. Our minds

nine o'clock, with the funeral about to

get Dustin on

how

he was

he

to