Chapter 232 Buying Time

• The car ride was suffocating. I felt the ropes digging into my wrists, rubbing the skin raw. Glancing sideways, I saw Bruce, his face etched with conflicting emotions as he drove. He seemed lost in his own thoughts, wrestling with a dilemma that I couldn't quite place.
• I needed to find a way to crack through his facade, to spark a flicker of realization in him, a glimpse of the person he thought he was.
• "You know, Stella was right," I ventured cautiously, my voice shaky yet deliberate. "You're nothing like Timothy."