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
The responses were immediate and harsh. Accusations flew at me like arrows, questioning my judgment, my loyalty, and even my sanity. The weight of the online attacks felt suffocating, but amidst the chaos, I held onto the belief that Timothy was wrongly accused. Hours later, there was a knock at my
TIMOTHY POV Timothy stood with a sinking feeling in his chest. Within the courtroom, a myriad of eyes fixated on him—the curious, the judgmental, and those seeking a spectacle. He shifted uncomfortably, wondering how he must’ve been looking to the cameras. Fans and foes alike lined the room, creat
His lawyer approached the bars, a grave expression etched on his face. "Timothy," he began, his voice low and measured, "I managed to secure your release for now. But I won't sugarcoat it—the evidence against you is damning." Timothy's heart sank at the lawyer's words. He nodded grimly, knowing he
The sight of the officers approaching our car filled me with a knot of anxiety, their stern demeanor sending a ripple of unease through me. I glanced at Timothy, my concern mirrored in his eyes as we awaited the impending confrontation. When one of the officers signaled for us to roll down the windo
As I stepped into my apartment, the echoes of the meeting with John Waters still reverberated in my mind. I felt lost, uncertain of what to do about Timothy's situation. The dimly lit living room welcomed me, but I found no solace in its familiarity. I slumped onto the couch, the soft cushions prov
My heart sank. "What do you mean, not playing?" I asked, my voice rising. Timothy appeared unusually subdued. "I'm not being allowed to play," he explained. “Conflict of interest.” "So they’re really going with this little tale, huh? Who told you to step down?" "The coach," Timothy replied. "He t