#Chapter 65: A Sweet Gesture

The sun streamed through the curtains, casting a bright light stream of light directly over my eyes. The events of last night felt like a distant dream that I had been tugged away from. The dinner with Timothy, the confrontation with Linda, it was all a mixture of fear and joy. As I rolled out of bed and prepared for the day ahead, I couldn't shake the feeling that a weight had been lifted from my shoulders. With a newfound sense of optimism, I made my way to the kitchen to start my morning routine. As I prepared a cup of coffee, I switched on the local news and listened absently to the forecast for the day. As I sipped my coffee and watched the morning news, I couldn't help but feel a sense of vindication. The headlines were no longer dominated by the scandal that had threatened to consume us. Instead, they focused on other stories, other figures, and a sense of relief washed over me. Perhaps, just perhaps, we were on the brink of reclaiming a sense of normalcy. My thoughts dr