The sun streamed through the curtains, casting a bright light stream of light directly over my eyes. The events of last night felt like a distant dream that I had been tugged away from. The dinner with Timothy, the confrontation with Linda, it was all a mixture of fear and joy.
As I rolled out of bed and prepared for the day ahead, I couldn't shake the feeling that a weight had been lifted from my shoulders. With a newfound sense of optimism, I made my way to the kitchen to start my morning routine. As I prepared a cup of coffee, I switched on the local news and listened absently to the forecast for the day.
As I sipped my coffee and watched the morning news, I couldn't help but feel a sense of vindication.
The headlines were no longer dominated by the scandal that had threatened to
