The clock ticked ominously on the wall, each passing second seeming longer than the next. I decided to make a few calls before Timothy arrived. Hopefully the board could handle Jasper, unless he had other connections outside of his uncle. I left my office to grab some coffee, inevitably running int
TIMOTHY POV Timothy skated across the ice, his heart pounding with the exhilaration of the practice game. The sound of blades against the ice, the shouts of his teammates, and the click of the puck were a symphony of action. Yet amidst the spirited atmosphere, there were whispers. He caught snippe
The engine hummed like a lullaby, but my nerves remained on edge as I navigated the bustling city streets. The appointment with Dr. Morrison was only fifteen minutes away, and I had no idea what I was getting myself into. Pulling into the parking lot, I exhaled a shaky breath and ran a hand through
TIMOTHY POV Timothy blinked, astonished and slightly unnerved to see Mr. Fitzgerald staring back at him. "Mr. Fitzgerald, what are you doing here?" Timothy asked, a mix of surprise and suspicion in his voice. The older man seemed reserved, his normally confident demeanor replaced by a sense of ur
Timothy's expression remained stoic. "Make it quick," he said curtly, pushing past her into the room. Stella's smile faltered, sensing the coldness in Timothy's demeanor. "Please, make yourself comfortable," she offered, gesturing toward a chair. "That's not happening," Timothy retorted sharply, f
I stepped through the door, a sense of relief washing over me as I returned home. As I entered the kitchen, the comforting scent of lavender-scented cleaner filled the air. Aria was there, her sleeves rolled up, diligently wiping the countertops. "Hey, Evie! Where have you been?" Aria glanced up fr
Placing the dishes on the table, I gestured for everyone to sit. The clinking of cutlery against plates filled the air as we served ourselves, engaging in light conversation. Despite Mia's initial unease, Aria's presence seemed to dispel any of the initial awkwardness. "So, Mia, tell me more about
The corridors of Bette Frieman's office were adorned with framed accolades and magazine covers, a testament to the journalistic legacy of the woman behind the renowned investigative news network. As I strode alongside Penny, the weight of anticipation settled in my chest. "Penny, are you sure about