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!”

Sam was talking to a group of people as they undressed in the

his headache worsened. Panting,

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

blurring before his

filled with little needlepoints of stinging pain because… he was scared. He was terrified

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

Brighthall,” Sam explained further. “These divers were the only ones who would accept the job, though even assembling this team took

“Once they are back on shore, tell

face a little more closely and found

seem to mind. “Been under the weather for a few

wait in the car. I’ll inform

lips and stared at the sea, as he could not bear to miss any

so

for hours. As the expedition went on, Brendan felt