Entering Timothy's apartment, I couldn't shake the concern etched on his face. The air felt heavy with unspoken words, and I couldn't ignore the tension that wrapped around him like a suffocating shroud.
"What did Aria say?" I asked, my voice a gentle inquiry.
He looked at me with a mix of emotions, as if struggling to find the right words. "Evie, I've been worried about you," he finally admitted, his tone laced with both frustration and genuine concern.
I frowned, surprised by the intensity of his worry. "Worried? Why?"
Timothy sighed, his gaze fixed on me. "You hurt your head. I saw the bandage. What happened?"
I hesitated, ready to offer a half-truth, but before I could speak, Timothy cut me off. "Don't, Evie. I warned you not to get involved. Now, who hurt you? Was it Andy?"
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