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
Entering Timothy's apartment, I couldn't shake the concern etched on his face. The air felt heavy with unspoken words, and I couldn't ignore the tension that wrapped around him like a suffocating shroud. "What did Aria say?" I asked, my voice a gentle inquiry. He looked at me with a mix of emotion
We sat in silence for a while, the only sound being the steady rhythm of our breathing. In the quietude, I reached out and gently kissed him, almost as a silent promise. He leaned into me and wrapped me in his arms, humming in satisfaction. "I’ll make dinner for us," I suggested, attempting to shif
Back in the sanctuary of my apartment, I couldn't shake the lingering unease that had trailed me from Timothy's. I’d made a promise to him, yet, as I recalled the chart I had drawn – a web of names and connections – I couldn't resist the urge to dip back into my findings. I brought out the chart an
“What is it?” I asked. "Open it. It might brighten your week if you’re willing to show," Mia said, her smile unwavering. I forced a small smile in return, though the weight of suspicion lingered as I cracked open the card. "Oh." Mia glanced around the apartment, her eyes lingering on the covered
I greeted them both, but Mia's cold silence in response sent a chill down my spine. Something was amiss. "Hey! What's going on?" I asked, trying to dispel the tension. Timothy sighed, glancing at Mia before responding, "Hey, Evie. I was about to head out with you, but your mother here seems to hav
Mia waved her hand dismissively. "Evie, Kamran was probably doing what he thought was best. It didn't seem like he cared much about Stella in the matter." My annoyance flared. "You're defending him? This makes Timothy look bad too!" Mia shot me a condescending look. "Evie, sometimes you're so desp