TIMOTHY POV
Timothy had been enjoying a rare moment of peace in his apartment, perched on the edge of his leather couch, as Duke chased the toy around. The evening sun cast a warm glow through the open window, and the soothing hum of the city outside served as a pleasant backdrop to his thoughts.
As Duke returned the stuffed toy to him, Timothy couldn't help but talk to him, as he often did. "I hope Evie’s doing okay after all that crap with the dress."
Duke c****d his head to the side, his eyes filled with curiosity, but he remained silent, as always, letting Timothy pour out his thoughts without judgment.
Timothy continued, his voice tinged with longing. "I wonder where she is, what she's doing. Hopefully she liked the cake. I mean, she loves banana nut."
The memories of her were a
