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
His invitation caught me off guard, the implications of such a gesture weighed heavily upon me. I found myself at a loss for words. "I... I don't know," I stammered. "Going to Stella’s funeral just seems odd." Timothy nodded understandingly, a flicker of disappointment fleeting across his features
The pulsating lights and echoing chatter of the bar just felt like extra noise. I didn’t want to just numb myself to the issue at hand. I should’ve been staying diligent. "Come on, Evie, try to relax," Aria said, handing me another drink. I attempted to focus on the glass in my hand, but my attent
The car ride to Stella's funeral felt endless, the weight of apprehension hanging heavily in the air. Sitting beside Timothy, I couldn't shake off the sense of unease that had settled within me. He’d taken my hand for reassurance whenever we came to a stoplight, squeezing it every so often. Despite
"Let go of me," I demanded, trying to pry my wrist from Mr. Fitzgerald's firm grip, my voice trembling with a mix of fear and defiance. His grip tightened, cutting off my words, and his voice was low and venomous. "You. Stay away from my daughter." The weight of his words hit me like a sledgehamme
The atmosphere inside the funeral home was laden with somber melancholy as I made my way back inside. Timothy found me almost immediately and took my hand. “Everything okay?” he asked, whispering into my ear. I looked up at him, seeing the tiredness in his eyes and wanting so badly to get him away
My frustration deepened, and I shot back, "Maybe you should have thought about that before dismissing what I had to say." A shadow crossed Mia's face, a fleeting moment of guilt. "I shouldn’t have fought you. You have to understand, I was scared, confused. These days, it’s hard to known who I can t
The walk back to the apartment with Timothy was tense. The sight of the police officers lingering by the building sent shivers down my spine. As we approached, they couldn't resist taunting us. "Well, well, if it isn't the lovebirds returning," one of them sneered, a malicious grin on his face. I c