TIMOTHY POV The sun hung low in the sky, casting a warm, golden glow across the quiet suburban streets. It was a Saturday morning, and Timothy had taken the day off work to take his mother on a long-awaited trip to the beach. It was a rare break from the demands of his job, and he had been looking
I spent the day walking with Olive around the city. I figured she’d enjoy seeing some sights after being cooped up in our little apartment most days. It was nothing like the spacious home and large, open backyard she had with her mom. I also longed for a few moments of peace, and feeding bread to
Late in the night, as the city outside my window settled into a hushed slumber, a heavy sound echoed through the hallways of the apartment building. Startled from my restless sleep, I sat up in bed, the sound reverberating in my ears. I hesitated for a moment, the confusion and unease that had gri
TIMOTHY POV Timothy stood in the dimly lit funeral home, his head still pounding from a hangover. He had never imagined himself in this place, discussing the final arrangements for someone so dear to him. His mother was gone, leaving behind an ache that seemed insurmountable. The funeral directo
The accusation hung in the air like a thundercloud, and the room fell into a tense silence. Timothy was taken aback, more so that she had the nerve to address that here. "What? No, Stella, of course not," he replied. "Why on earth would you think that?" Stella's anger only intensified as she shot
The morning sun was rising lazily over the city as I jolted awake to the incessant buzzing of my phone. Groggily, I reached for it on the bedside table, my bleary eyes squinting at the caller ID. It read "Scarlett." My heart leaped as I answered the call. "Evie, is that you?" Scarlett's voice soun
“I heard about his mother's passing,” Scarlett continued. “It was so awful to hear. How's he holding up?" I sighed, my heart aching for Timothy and his recent loss. "I honestly don't know, Scarlett. He hasn't been around much these past few days. I assume he's dealing with funeral arrangements and
The morning sun barely pierced the curtains, casting a gentle, diffused light across the room. I stood in front of my closet, the smell of my vintage dresses still lingering in the air. The funeral of Timothy's mother was only a few hours away, and I needed to find an outfit suitable for the occasio