The anger had been simmering within me for hours, a seething pot of emotions that refused to be contained any longer. I knew I had to confront Andy and put an end to Timothy’s torment.
As I stepped into the office building where Timothy's brother, Andy, worked, I could feel the weight of the conversation that lay ahead. The anger and betrayal that had marked the last few days had brought me to this moment. It was time to confront Andy about the secrets that had been buried for far too long.
Andy's office was on the tenth floor, and as I entered the elevator, my heart raced with a mixture of determination and trepidation. The elevator ride felt endless, and when the doors finally opened, I stepped out into the corridor, searching for Andy's office.
I found the door with his nameplate and
