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
Bette nodded. “There is a delicate balance we needed to strike, but we'll be careful. We'll focus on the essence of your story without compromising anyone's safety. Now, shall I show you two the studio we’ll be in?" Bette led the way as we made our way to the studio. Upon entering, the controlled c
I couldn’t help but gawk at Alex, not sure what else to say. It had probably been a while since anybody had seen him in town, but here he was in the flesh. "Hey, no worries. Are you alright?" His voice was warm and genuine as he offered a hand to help me up. I nodded, feeling a mix of surprise and
Her empathetic gaze offered me the space to vocalize my fears. "Your apprehension is valid, Evie. You don't owe anyone forgiveness, especially if it compromises your well-being." "I wish it were easier to just let go. Make things easier for myself," I said. "I don’t even know if she’s aware of what