Chapter 121 Small Visits

• TIMOTHY’S POV
• The small town at the edge of the city was a stark contrast to the opulence and extravagance he had grown accustomed to. Here, the houses were modest, and the streets were lined with trees that rustled gently in the breeze. It was a place where time seemed to move a little slower, and the worries of the world faded away.
• Timothy parked his car in front of a quaint, single-story home that had seen better days. The paint on the exterior was peeling, and the garden was overgrown with wildflowers. It was his mother, Lydia’s, sanctuary, a place of simplicity and solace.