No More Waiting, She Chooses Love novel Chapter 401

Herschel's struggle to speak was so palpable that tears instantly flooded my eyes.

I had seen Herschel in many lights – bold, towering, a force to be reckoned with. But never like this, so frail and diminished.

"Don't cry, Felicia... don't cry," Herschel said, mustering his strength to lift his hand, aiming to wipe away my tears.

I clasped his hand firmly, using my own shirt to dab at my eyes instead.

Wait!

The shirt wasn't mine; it belonged to Conrad.

He had whisked me away from the hotel, at a time when I was merely in my pajamas. Once we got into his car, he offered his jacket to me.

I had wanted to refuse, but clad only in a spaghetti strap nightgown, I wasn't in a state to meet anyone. So, I accepted, and had been wearing it ever since.

"Yeah, no more tears," I said, lifting my tear-streaked face, managing a strained smile.

Herschel looked at me, his gaze tender yet filled with complexity, unsettling me. I gripped his hand tighter. "Herschel, you're going to be okay. You have to be."

"I know my own body," Herschel's voice was so weak, his words barely discernible.

He had weathered so many storms in his life, always with clarity and reason.

"Felicia, you remind me of your mother," Herschel suddenly said.

That remark brought to mind Judie, that girl who was a stranger yet shared a striking resemblance to me.

Sadly, Judie and I never exchanged a word.

She must be happy in another world by now.

"My mom must have been beautiful, then," I said with a smile.