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!”

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

Brendan’s temples, and his headache worsened. Panting, he approached

divers go down. They have their tools with them this time,”

blurring before his eyes for

was filled with little needlepoints

finally be able to bury Deirdre instead of leaving her

assembling this team took a long while. No one wanted to take this on. It’s cold this- month, and people don’t want to get sick from the expedition. Also… Most people simply shun jobs that involve the

“Once they are back on

a little more closely

to mind. “Been under the weather for

Maybe you should wait in the car. I’ll

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

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

crawled forward. The team did not return for hours. As the