Resent, Reject, Regret by Aqua Summers

Chapter 296 There’s No One Inside!

Brendan woke up with both a sore throat and a body as heavy as lead. Jolts of chill and heat cycled through his veins, cluing him in on the possibility that he had a fever. The last time he had been sick like this was about a year ago, and Brendan had a faint idea of where the medicine kit was.

Deirdre had placed it in the cabinet near the headboard.

He coughed and pulled the door to the cabinet open. Every medicine bottle had a post-it note with scribbles on the dosage and its expiration date. It was just who Deirdre was-she had always been very meticulous with whatever she undertook.

Brendan tore the note away and felt his chest somehow get torn open.

A few days had passed with no sign of his sickness availing. Still, he went to work, battling his coughing fits and general sickness as he thumbed through paperwork. More days passed, and he was beginning to think his memories were fading into white noise.

Then, suddenly, he received a call from Sam.

“Mr. Brighthall, we found the car!”

everything aside and drove to the Southern Bridge. Sam was talking to a group of people as they undressed in the bitter cold. They were about to

and his headache worsened. Panting, he

the vehicle, sir. This will be the second time these divers go down. They have their tools with them this time,” Sam explained. “The goal is to break the windows and…. pull

before his

heart had grown numb, but it suddenly tightened. Every part of his chest was filled with little needlepoints of stinging pain because… he was scared. He was terrified

able to bury Deirdre

would accept the job, though even assembling this team took a long while. No one wanted to take this on. It’s cold this- month, and people don’t want to get sick from the expedition. Also… Most people simply shun

their reasoning, so he replied, “Once they are back on

inspect Brendan’s face a little

under the weather for a few

you should wait in the car. I’ll inform you

refusal as instinctive as a knee-jerk movement. He pursed his lips and stared at the sea, as he could not bear to miss any image or moment. The location

the shoreline, though, and after so many weeks, it had sunk quite deeply to the

hours. As the