We remained silent on the way home. Occasionally, I’d glance over at Timothy, and he looked visibly upset. I couldn't bear to leave him alone in this state. "I'll stay with you tonight, Tim," I offered, feeling a sense of duty. I wasn’t so sure I wanted to be alone either. A glimmer of gratitude f
The studio lights glared, casting a surreal glow as the cameras began to roll. My heart pounded like a drumbeat, resonating through my chest. I found myself seated across from Bette Frieman and could barely keep my hands and legs from shaking. Her warm smile was reassuring amidst the sea of faces in
My heart raced, my mind a whirlwind of emotions. Despite my resolve, concern gnawed at me. Timothy hadn't answered my calls, and my thoughts lingered on whether he was watching the show, despite being at work. I rationalized that he must have been too busy to answer, hoping he'd catch a glimpse of t
The air around me felt stifling, suffocating, as Bette's words reverberated through my mind like a relentless echo. "Timothy has been arrested for the murder of Stella Fitzgerald." The world spun around me, tilting on its axis as if threatening to swallow me whole. I staggered, my vision blurring,
I stumbled out of the building, my head spinning from the whirlwind of emotions and the unsettling encounter. As we emerged, a cacophony of voices erupted from the crowd that had gathered outside. The words hurled at me were like daggers, each accusation piercing deeper into my already fractured hea
Aria sighed, her worry evident as she weighed my words. "Let's go home, Evie. We'll figure this out together. Lucas is waiting for us, and we'll find a way to help Timothy." Reluctantly, I agreed, understanding the logic in her words. The car ride back home was suffocating, every passing moment tin
Timothy's heart raced as the officers escorted him through the towering corridors of the courthouse. He tried to mask his unease, but the fear that gripped his gut was undeniable. Each step echoed like a grim reminder of his uncertain fate. He was thrust into a cold, dimly lit holding cell. The iro
Timothy’s restless pacing came to an abrupt halt as the sound of approaching footsteps echoed down the bleak corridor. He glanced up, his heart pounding in hopeful anticipation. Maybe it was Evie, here to see if he was okay. However, the bars of his cell clanked open to reveal not the face he longe