CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND NINETEEN

VENITA:

As Landon vanished in court, leaving me at the mercy of Greg to navigate the swarm of reporters, I chose not to dwell on his sudden disappearance. Instead, I maintained composure and had Greg drive me to a nearby store. My plan was to carry on as if everything was ordinary. Honestly, time slipped away as I perused various shops, filling my bags with ingredients for a home-cooked meal. There was a sense of grounding in the familiar routine of grocery shopping.

I wandered through aisles, lost in my thoughts, occasionally picking up new books and even a computer. The decision to start studying had solidified within me, a proactive step amid the uncertainties. Today's court case unveiled a complex web of secrets and half-truths. It became apparent that everyone involved had their own agenda, seeking personal gain in the intricate dance of deception.

After hours of shopping, Greg and I returned to the residence. Upon reaching the top floor, he handed me the bags and departed. Armed