Crises in Love (Zora and Jaylan) novel Chapter 330

“Dalton, when can we lay Evan to rest?” I asked, my gaze locked onto Dalton’s weary face.

“Probably need more time,” Dalton didn’t beat around the bush, “The case is still wide open.”

I nodded, understanding the gravity of the situation. “Just give me a heads-up when it’s possible, alright? I want to arrange a proper burial for him. He trusted me to save him, and I couldn't... but I can at least ensure he finds peace.”

Detective Dalton’s eyes, once filled with skepticism, now held a genuine respect. His tone softened as he spoke to me, an acknowledgment that he’d seen my efforts.

“I will, I promise. And thanks, on behalf of the kid.”

“No thanks needed,” I muttered, my eyes cast downward in sorrow. “I failed him. All I can do now is honor the bond we had.”

My voice trembled, and I took a deep breath to fight back the tears threatening to fall. It was the first time I’d allowed myself to cry that day.

“You’re not the only one to blame. We all have a part in this – we couldn't save him in time. That’s on us,” Dalton said, his sincerity clear.

I glanced at him and felt a weight lift from my shoulders. Despite my grievances, it meant a lot to hear him acknowledge their part in this tragedy.

“Speaking of which, Dalton, am I free to leave Goldenvale now?”

“Yeah, you’re clear to go,” he confirmed without hesitation.

Jaylan, who’d been standing silently beside me, shifted uncomfortably.

“I’ve got to head back to Silverdale. You can reach me anytime,” I informed him of my plans.

“Sure thing,” Dalton nodded.

I left my sentence hanging, confident that Dalton would catch my drift.

He understood, nodding firmly. “We got what we needed. I’m hopeful we’ll wrap this up soon.”

I let out a sigh of relief and decided to leave without further ado. “Well, I should get going. I’ll wait for your word.”

Jaylan quickly got into his car and sped away as if chased by demons.

Watching Jaylan’s car disappear, Hannah couldn’t help but scoff, “Guilty consciences make you jump at shadows. Did you see how scared he was? Almost wet himself when he was cowering by the wall.”

I snorted, images of Jaylan flaunting his picture-perfect life with Marissa and Evan across social media, all smiles and love, playing out the ideal family.

Unexpectedly, both Marissa and Evan were gone.

I sighed deeply, lost in thought.

Hannah caught my expression. “Aaliyah, you’ve done all you could. Don't torture yourself over this. The kid's fate was sealed – to die at the hands of the one who gave him life. How do you even explain that? It’s destiny. Maybe in a past life, he and Jerome were sworn enemies, destined to meet again in this life.”

Her words struck a chord. Everyone has different fates. It’s all about karma. Evan and Jerome were bound by a deadly fate.

What I pondered on then was how to make Jerome live with an unbearable regret for his actions.