Timothy's words about his challenging childhood had sparked a curiosity within me, a desire to understand the layers that he guarded so fiercely. I couldn't help but wonder if his childhood secrets mirrored my own – dark, sleepless days with only small glimmers of joy in the mix. It was clear that
My heart sank as I knelt down, my fingers carefully collecting the shattered fragments of glass. Tears welled in my eyes as I gazed at the remnants of what was once a symbol of something greater. Penny placed a comforting hand on my shoulder. "We'll find a way to fix it, Evie." The shattered pieces
Another camera flashed in my face and a microphone approached my mouth. I waved them away as they began closing in. The reporter with the cap had a wide smile, knowing he had caught me by surprise. “You and Alex looked pretty intimate in those photos. Was Timothy not enough?” I held up a hand, att
We all settled into my apartment, the tension in the room almost tangible. After I offered snacks and beverage, Penny wasted no time in getting down to business. "Here's what I'm thinking. Timothy, you need to address the rumors head-on. Go out there and admit that you weren't ready to settle down.
He started to smile, poking my knee with his finger. “Are you saying hockey isn’t wholesome?” Aria noticed the gesture and her eyes met mine as she smirked. I felt my cheeks begin to heat up and I shifted away from Timothy’s touch with a grunt. “Do you know how many people lose their teeth in hocke
With the dog wash fundraiser gaining momentum, my determination to make it a success was stronger than ever. The next morning, I dialed Penny's number and anxiously waited for her to pick up. When her voice finally came through the line, I wasted no time. "Penny, I need your help with something."
One by one, we visited local coffee shops, community centers, and bulletin boards, carefully affixing the fliers to catch the eye of passersby. Timothy drew his own form of attention, pulling in dedicated fans who had lucked out with finding him in the streets. As I affixed a flier to a library bul
That morning, Aria and I bustled around the apartment, making final preparations for the dog wash fundraiser. After a week of planning, the number of likes on Aria’s posts hinted at there being a massive turn out. "Okay, Aria, do we have enough shampoo and towels?" I called out from the kitchen. A