#Chapter 69: The Messy Situation

Timothy's jaw was set, his expression tense as he guided me through the bustling streets towards a nearby café. The bell above the door jingled as we stepped inside, and the pleasant aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the air. The dimly lit interior offered a welcome respite from the chaos outside. He pulled me into the family bathroom and locked the door before rushing to the sink. I stood to the side, peeling at the film of milk that had begun to crust on my wrist. Moments later, Timothy turned to me with a handful of damp paper towels. He handed them to me, his gaze softening as he met my eyes. "I'm sorry about all of this, Evie." I dabbed at my face with the cloth, grateful for the gesture. "It's not your fault, Timothy. People can be unpredictable." The café restroom offered some comfort from the chaos outside. Timothy was desperate to help me, even offering to wash out my hair. Duke was determined to help as well, licking remnants of the shake from my fingertips I tu