Chapter 352 When The Dust Settles

• Jet lag was a cruel mistress, clinging to my bones as Timothy and I stumbled through the threshold of my apartment. Heaving a sigh of relief, I allowed Timothy to relieve me of the burdensome weight of my luggage, feeling every ounce of exhaustion weighing me down.
• "Thanks, Tim," I murmured, my voice barely audible even to my own ears.
• "Anytime," Timothy replied. With a gentle pat on my shoulder, he gestured towards the interior of my apartment, silently urging me forward.