Chapter 289 Protests

• As I stepped into my apartment, the echoes of the meeting with John Waters still reverberated in my mind. I felt lost, uncertain of what to do about Timothy's situation. The dimly lit living room welcomed me, but I found no solace in its familiarity.
• I slumped onto the couch, the soft cushions providing little comfort. My mind raced, contemplating my next move. Who should I call for advice? What steps should I take? My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the door opening.
• “Who’s ready for tonight?!?” Aria and Lucas came rushing in, dawning jerseys and foam fingers. Lucas blew a whistle as his eyes zeroed in on me on the couch.