No More Waiting, She Chooses Love novel Chapter 781

I mean, technically, I'm only her sister-in-law, but with Susie, I'm starting to feel like a full-on mom. Maybe it's my maternal instincts kicking in, a sign I should think about having a kid myself. It's funny, lately I've been having these random thoughts about starting a family.

“No need for that, I just wanted to say thanks,” Susie said, and I knew exactly what she meant. It's rare for her to be mad at me and still offer a thank you, but that's Susie—wears her heart on her sleeve. I accepted her gratitude with a simple nod.

“Where's my brother gone off to now? Did he get himself into trouble again?” Susie suddenly asked about Ernest. I dreaded this question because once she started, she wouldn't let it go, and there was only so much I could reveal about Ernest.

“It's nothing,” I replied, keeping to Ernest's rule of not letting her in on too much.

“Sure, just keep me in the dark. A bunch of people went to the place I used to live. Looked like they were searching for something,” Susie's words made my heart skip a beat. If they found that place, would they go digging up graves or something?

“Can you tell me now?” Susie asked. She was different now—tougher, more mature.

I stayed silent, wondering if I should go back to Ernest's old place, but worried that might draw more attention.

In my silence, Susie continued, “I know you’re keeping things from me to protect me, but I’m not as fragile as you think. I deserve to know. If anything happens, I need to be prepared.”

She was sharp and sensible, alright. So I laid it out for her.

As I adjusted the seat to lie back, I noticed a flash of light from my upstairs window. It was quick, like I imagined it. I frowned but settled back, eyes on the window.

Then it happened again—a faint light, like a phone flashlight. This time, I was sure I saw it. Someone was in my apartment.

Only Ernest had a key, but if it were him, he would have contacted me. My mind raced back to what Susie said about people visiting her old home. It clicked—someone was in my place looking for something.

I got out of the car, grabbed a baseball bat from the trunk, and stood by the building entrance, waiting. After about five or six minutes, someone came out. I swung the bat, ready to confront whoever had dared to invade my home.