Timothy leaned back on the couch, deep in thought. "So we meet with Stella again, corner her.” I hesitated, my mind racing through the possibilities. "But there's a protective order in place.’ A sly smile crept onto Timothy’s face. "Oh, don't worry about that. I have a feeling Stella will be c
The day had dawned with gray clouds heavy in the sky, casting a shadow over the city, matching the turmoil brewing in my heart. I'd called for a meeting with Stella, Scarlett, and Timothy. It was time to set things straight, to address it all and potentially put an end to all of this. We decided t
I met her accusing gaze head-on, refusing to back down. "Yes, Stella, I am. And let's not pretend that it's a secret anymore. The truth about your affair with Andy would have come out eventually. It's only a matter of time before it makes its way to the public, and we all know how messy that could g
I bit my tongue, wanting to scream Scarlett’s name despite likely not receiving a response. Blood stained her clothes, and I couldn’t tell from where I stood whether she was even breathing. Stella was there too, her face twisted in anguish as she sobbed uncontrollably. Timothy shouted for someone
The sterile, fluorescent-lit waiting room was suffocating, and the atmosphere was thick with tension. I couldn't sit still; my foot tapped a restless rhythm on the worn linoleum floor. Timothy was still beside me, his jaw clenched so tightly that I could practically hear his molars grinding together
With every passing minute, the sterile hospital waiting room grew colder, and my anxiety soared higher. Time seemed to slow to a crawl, the minutes stretching into hours. I watched the clock on the wall, its ticking sound echoing in the silence. Timothy broke the oppressive silence. "Evie, it's la
Back at the apartment, I helped Olive get settled in, her small frame looking even smaller in this unfamiliar place. She had been through so much, and I couldn't imagine the trauma she must be carrying. As I made up a little nest for her in the living room for the time being, the weight of responsib
Olive shook her head. “No.” "Not since we left the hospital,” I added. Aria gasped. “You must be starving! How about I make us some dinner, hm?” Olive piped up, "Can we have macaroni, please?" Aria smiled warmly at Olive. "Of course, sweetheart. Macaroni it is." As Aria bustled about in th