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.

understand how

time like this,

no-show, but his place was

wait?"

her head. "No need,

Jacqueline urged us to eat and

you love pumpkin pie. Fanny, try

are your favorite blueberry

more profound, but

have some,"

a peeled orange

she

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

the funeral about to commence, Dustin

Jacqueline. "Mom, I can't get Dustin on the phone.

matter how wayward

he was still the

he

expected to be there