#Chapter 187: Always Watching

After returning home from the confrontation with Andy, I felt a whirlwind of emotions. After returning home, I couldn't shake the feeling of dread that clung to me like a second skin. The phone in my hand felt heavier than usual as I stared at Timothy's name on the screen. I pressed the call button, and the anticipation mounted with each passing ring. But he didn't pick up. The silence from him was deafening, and my mind couldn't help but conjure the worst possible scenarios. I tried to tell myself he was just busy, that he would call me back, but who knew how he would react to what I’d done. I paced back and forth in the apartment, unable to shake the paranoia that had taken root in my mind. What if Andy was right about Timothy? I wasn’t only doing this for my benefit, but Andy’s words on me being out of Timothy’s league cut deep. As the evening wore on, I decided to take a deep breath and focus on the one thing that had started all of this – the damning photos on the thumb drive.