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
The hollow ticking of the clock echoed through the dimly lit apartment, each passing second intensifying the ache gnawing at my insides. I paced the room, unable to focus on a single thought. I couldn’t rest knowing Timothy was locked away somewhere, unable to defend his innocence against a narrati
Tears streamed down my cheeks, my emotions a turbulent storm within me. "I'm not blaming you for everything, but you have to understand that your absence, your neglect—it shaped me. It hurt me," I sobbed. Mia's expression hardened. "Evie, you have to take responsibility for your own life. You can't
TIMOTHY POV Timothy sat slumped in the hard metal chair, his hands cuffed behind his back. His eyes darted around the interrogation room, his breaths shallow and rapid. He refused to speak, even as they spat out question after question. The police had been interrogating him for hours, but he held f