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
Mr. Wilke’s gaze bore into the officers with a steely determination. "My client has every right to legal representation. Any further mistreatment will be met with legal action." The tension in the room simmered as the lawyer took charge, demanding an explanation for Timothy's arrest. The officers,
The office buzzed with an electric tension that seemed to follow me as I made my way to my desk. My colleagues, typically engrossed in their own tasks, glanced up at my arrival, their expressions tense. "Evie, have you seen the news?" one of them asked, her voice barely above a whisper. I forced a
My heart raced as I sprinted toward the courthouse, my mind consumed by a whirlwind of emotions. I couldn't shake off the feeling of apprehension that had settled deep within me ever since I received that distressing call. The bitter cold wind slapped against my face, matching the turmoil raging ins
The phone rang twice before a deep, guarded voice answered, "Quinton speaking." "Hi, uh, Quinton. It's Evie," I said, attempting to sound confident despite the nerves that gnawed at me. "Who?" His voice was gruff, unyielding. "Evie. Evangeline," I clarified, though I was unsure if that would trig