Chapter 292 Yet Another Death

• The car ride to Stella's funeral felt endless, the weight of apprehension hanging heavily in the air. Sitting beside Timothy, I couldn't shake off the sense of unease that had settled within me. He’d taken my hand for reassurance whenever we came to a stoplight, squeezing it every so often.
• Despite the circumstances, I found a sliver of solace in the fact that I wasn't facing this alone. Timothy's presence, though he looked apprehensive himself, offered a sense of grounding.
• As we neared the location, a knot formed in the pit of my stomach. The authorities would be monitoring Timothy here too, the stringent bail restrictions ensuring he was under constant surveillance. The constant scrutiny seemed inescapable, and they were ready to catch him slipping.