TIMOTHY POV
A month had drifted by, its days marked by a pervasive tension that hung heavily over Timothy's shoulders. He had managed to avoid his family and the oppressive embrace of his fanbase, preferring the solitude of his own thoughts and the sanctuary of his secluded apartment. With gossip running rampant once again, not even hockey was safe.
It didn’t help that his father, who was just as stern and imposing man as he had been years before, was insistent on bringing Timothy back into the family’s fold.
That evening, as twilight cast long shadows through his apartment, Timothy sat reclined on his couch. He had become engrossed in a psychological novel, holding it in one hand as he scratched behind Duke’s ear with the other. When his phone buzzed on the coffee table, he looked over
