Resent, Reject, Regret

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

gale nipped at Brendan’s temples, and his headache worsened. Panting, he

go down. They have their tools with them this time,” Sam explained. “The goal

world blurring before his eyes for a

but it suddenly tightened. Every part of his chest was filled with little needlepoints of stinging pain because… he was scared. He was terrified of seeing

time, part of him felt relieved. He was relieved to finally be able to bury Deirdre instead of leaving her spirit locked inside that sunken car at the bottom of the

to put on their diving gear. “The average body extraction agency has rejected our request, Mr. Brighthall,” Sam explained further. “These divers were the only ones who 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

they are back on shore, tell them

frowned. He finally got to inspect Brendan’s face a little more closely and found his

did not seem to mind. “Been under the weather for a few days,

the

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

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

did not return for hours.