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!”

drove to the Southern Bridge. Sam was talking to a group

and his headache worsened. Panting, he approached them. and asked,

the exact location of 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

world blurring before his eyes for a

chest was filled with little needlepoints of stinging pain because… he was scared. He was terrified of seeing Deirdre’s corpse lying sprawled before

time, part of him felt relieved. He was relieved to finally be able to bury Deirdre instead of leaving

though even assembling this team took a long while. No one wanted to

back on

He finally got to inspect Brendan’s face a little

the weather for

out here. Maybe you should wait in the car. I’ll

pursed his lips and stared at the sea,

from the shoreline, though, and after so many weeks, it

crawled forward. The team did not return for hours. As the expedition went on, Brendan felt