We were in the midst of making dinner, our usual Friday ritual, but there was an uneasiness in the air that I couldn't ignore. Aria, usually so chatty and animated in the kitchen, was unusually quiet, her eyes focused on chopping vegetables with a distant look in her eyes. She’d been a little dist
TIMOTHY POV Timothy sat at the ornate dining table, his eyes drifting around the opulent room. The transformation of his family's financial situation was nothing short of miraculous. They had gone from struggling with poverty to dining in a mansion that seemed to scream of excess and luxury. Tim
Suddenly she leaned in, a playful smile on her face. "You know, Timothy," she said sweetly, "maybe a baby would help you settle down and see things differently." Timothy's temper flared at her suggestion. "Don't even entertain that thought, Stella," he snapped, pushing his plate away. He abruptl
The next morning, I awoke to a world that felt heavier than usual. The news of Timothy and Stella had shaken me to the core, setting the mood before the day even began. As I left my apartment, I couldn't shake the numbness that had settled into my bones. With every step, my heels clicked mechanica
"Evie," Erickson began, his voice oozing with false charm as he leaned back in his chair. "I couldn't help but notice that you haven't been finishing any cases lately. Care to explain?" I took a deep breath, trying to muster the courage to respond. "I've just been swamped with work," I said tightl
The air in the parking lot behind the ice rink was frigid, biting into Timothy's skin as he trudged towards his car. Hockey practice had been intense, and the exhaustion gnawed at him. As he approached his car, he noticed Alex just a few feet away. Timothy almost left it alone, but then he spotted
He stepped closer to Stella and lowered his voice. "Stella, we can't do this here. Let's talk in private." They moved away from the curious gazes of the hockey players, finding a more secluded spot. Timothy felt his anger simmer. "What are you really doing here, Stella?" Timothy asked, his voice
The sun was dipping below the horizon as I walked out of the office building. I had endured another grueling day at work, battling nosy co-workers and an all too invested boss. As I approached the parking lot, I couldn't wait to escape the suffocating atmosphere and head back to the sanctuary of my