When the ambulance finally arrived, the paramedics rushed to my side, their faces a blur red, white, and blue. They splinted my arm, easing some of the pain, and assured me that I would be okay. But the fear that had taken root in my heart wouldn't be so easily dispelled. As the ambulance rushed m
Aria, ever the optimist, tried to offer a solution. "Maybe we could talk to Timothy? See if he'd be willing to lower the price on the place again." I glanced at her, my expression a mixture of surprise and annoyance. "Aria, I can't believe you're suggesting that." There was a pang of resentment
The days had blurred into a never-ending cycle of pain, frustration, and uncertainty. My fractured arm, encased in a sky blue cast, only made me feel more vulnerable. The hospital visits had become a grim routine, and the medical bills were piling up. As I stepped into the nearby café that afterno
I squinted, feeling the onset of a migraine. "It's a mess, Penny. With the medical bills and my unemployment, I don't know how I'll be able to pay my rent for that expensive place. I've been dipping into my savings, but it's only a matter of time before they run out." Penny leaned back in her chai
TIMOTHY POV The weight of uncertainty had been crushing Timothy's spirit for far too long. He couldn't escape the nagging doubts that had crept into his mind, doubts that had festered like a cancer, threatening to consume him. Determined to put an end to the suspense, Timothy found himself stand
Kamran, looking entirely too pleased with himself, addressed Timothy with a smug tone. "Timothy, it's good to see that Stella is finally forcing some responsibility on you." Timothy's jaw clenched, his anger burning like a white-hot flame. He knew that Kamran had a way of pushing his buttons, but
The persistent rain had cast a gloomy pall over the city, and the melancholy atmosphere seeped into my very soul as I stared out of the window, tracing the streams of water as they raced one another down the glass. The events of the past few weeks had left me feeling adrift. That afternoon, I was
I clenched my fists, my anger and frustration simmering beneath the surface. "I'm not the one who needs a lesson, Mr. Erikson." His laughter was like nails on a chalkboard, grating against my already frayed nerves. "You always did have a fiery spirit, Evie. It's a shame you let it get you into so