The next morning, I awoke to a world that felt heavier than usual. The news of Timothy and Stella had shaken me to the core, setting the mood before the day even began. As I left my apartment, I couldn't shake the numbness that had settled into my bones.
With every step, my heels clicked mechanically on the glossy floor. The anger, the violence, the shattered dreams—it was all too much to bear. How had things gone so terribly wrong?
I tried to tell myself that I was being irrational. Timothy had already disappointed me with the Bruce situation. I shouldn’t have expected him to prove me wrong, but there’s a possibility that I’d hoped he would.
As I rounded the corner of the apartment hallway, my footsteps slowing, my heart ached at the sight before me. Timothy beside his apartment door
