Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

Chapter 42

It felt like how she nestled in his arms at that wild night.

Rupert inexplicably lifted his hand, intending to caress her cheek, but his fingers curled back just before touching her. In the end, he lowered his hand.

At that moment, his phone buzzed with a new message.

Rupert frowned slightly and got up to leave.

...

Sylvia was utterly exhausted.

Ever since her unexpected second chance at life began, she'd been on edge, the mental strain making her sleep anything but peaceful. Especially since she felt like someone was watching her.

thought she saw a figure by the window, a lit cigarette in

opened her eyes, she was met with the comforting presence of a

the officer handling your case. I've come to discuss some developments with

sit

officer hesitated before speaking, "Sylvia, I'm sorry, but the man who hurt Bridget has been diagnosed with schizophrenia. This means his testimony is now irrelevant. You're off the hook, and he'll be transferred to a psychiatric facility

face turned pale, struggling to accept this turn of events. She knew if she continued

sighed, "Everything was above board, certified by the authorities. It's a

clear. Only someone with connections and influence could

someone had to be

suffocation making it hard to breathe. Reality had dealt her another harsh blow. If she wanted to stand a chance against Bridget, she'd have to confront Rupert. But how could she possibly

the officer said with a sigh before

an all-consuming darkness. After what felt

to come over for dinner at the Garcia family home this weekend. Don't turn him down; it's his way

lay back down, aimlessly scrolling