#Chapter 42 – The Aftermath of Arthur’s Visit

I still couldn’t shake the picture of Arthur’s face from my mind. The intense look he gave me when our hands touched, his words—they all replayed in my head like a relentless loop. I sat on the edge of my bed, staring at the wall, trying to make sense of everything that had happened out on that bridge. Monica, was sitting across from me, her brow furrowed in concern. "Seriously, Ella, what the hell happened out there?" she asked, breaking the silence. She had on her fuzzy night robe and had flipped the hood onto her head. I sighed, rubbing my temples. I could feel a headache coming from all the stress I had been bottling in, "Arthur happened. He threatened me. And he threatened Liam. He said... he said he could remove me from the equation, and there’d be nothing Liam could do about it." Monica’s eyes widened. She jumped up from where she was sitting on her bed, "What the actual fuck? That’s insane! Did you tell Liam?" I nodded, suddenly feeling heavy even though I had ju