Page 63 of Ranger's Wildflower
“I know.”
Another silence settled between us.
Not sharp this time.
Just tired.
Grieving.
“I don’t know what happens now,” she whispered.
“Neither do I.”
Margaret nodded slowly.
Then turned toward the door.
Her hand paused on the handle before she looked back at me one last time.
“I’m sorry nobody listened to you.”
The words shattered something quietly inside my chest.
My throat tightened too hard to answer right away.
“Thank you,” I whispered finally.
She gave one small nod.
Then she left.
The bell chimed softly behind her.
And I stood there in the middle of the flower shop staring at the closed door long after she was gone.
Nothing was fixed.
Nothing erased.
But for the first time—
the truth didn’t feel lonely anymore.
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Ace
Ihated unfinished things.
Unanswered questions.
Loose ends.
And staring at the frozen traffic footage on my monitor, I had one hell of a loose end sitting right in front of me.
The second vehicle.
Grainy image.
