Chapter 344 Late Night Frights

• The hotel room felt stifling, suffocating me with its oppressive silence. I paced back and forth, my nerves stretched taut like a wire ready to snap. Timothy had been gone for what felt like an eternity, and with each passing moment, my anxiety mounted like a rising tide.
• When the door finally swung open, relief flooded through me like a cool breeze on a sweltering day. Timothy stepped inside, his expression a mixture of concern and weariness. He greeted me with a soft smile, but it faltered as soon as he caught sight of the distress etched into every line of my face.
• "Evie," he said softly, his voice laced with worry. "What's wrong? Did you find her?"