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
As we walked through the lavish home, Mia greeted everyone with a warm smile, introducing me as her beloved daughter. The opulent surroundings seemed to amplify the tension, and Timothy's presence became an unspoken challenge. Mia, however, glossed over any potential discomfort, determined to mainta
Mia's claim that we hailed from a wealthy background rattled me to my core. My memories flashed back to my lower middle-class father, struggling to pay bills and drowning his sorrows in alcohol. I had to chip in at a young age to make ends meet. The stark contrast between Mia's illusions and the rea