The quaint café bustled with the hum of conversations and the aroma of brewing coffee as I entered during my lunch break. Quinton sat at a corner table, his gaze fixed on the street outside. As I approached, I couldn't shake the nagging feeling that our conversation would be far from easy. "Hey, Qu
I let out a breath I didn't realize I was holding. "So, Kamran might've used his influence to cover it up if something did happen. That would mean he set Timothy up as the culprit, though, and that doesn't seem right." Quinton leaned back, his expression thoughtful. "Look, Evie, I can only tell you
The atmosphere in the firm was tense, much like the furrow that etched itself between my brows as I struggled to concentrate on the legal documents spread across my desk. The weight of Andy's impulsivity hung in the air like a storm threatening to break. I couldn't shake the feeling that his reckles
The city hummed with life as I hurriedly navigated through the crowd, my eyes fixed on the familiar figures of Scarlett and Olive ahead. Determination fueled my steps as I closed the distance, eager to reconcile. However, as I neared them, Scarlett's body language changed, and she steered away, crea
The cold metal against my temple transported me back to a nightmarish moment in my past. I remained frozen, my breaths shallow, and a haunting familiarity seeped into my consciousness. But this time, it couldn't possibly be Bruce. He was gone, lost to the darkness of that fateful night. As fear gri
TIMOTHY POV The sharp ring of his cellphone shattered the peace of Timothy's evening. Glancing at the caller ID, he frowned at the name that flashed on the screen - Mr. Porter, the new hockey club leader. Wondering what could prompt an urgent call, Timothy answered and found himself summoned to the
The dismissive response only fueled Timothy's anger. His knee started to bounce, the nerves getting to him. "Smooth transition? This is my reputation on the line. You’re making me look guiltier than ever by going by what these people want." Mr. Porter looked up, his gaze meeting Timothy's defiant e
Heading to my therapist's office, a familiar sense of apprehension settled over me. The gun incident still loomed heavy in my mind, and as much as that had corrupted my sense of stability, I wasn’t sure how wise it was to bring that to therapy so soon. The chilly winter air stung my cheeks as I appr