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.

a figure by the window, a lit cigarette in hand, its glow flickering uncertainly, making her unable to

her eyes, she was met with the comforting

immediately explained her presence, "Hello, I'm the officer handling your case. I've come to

sit up.

Bridget has been diagnosed with schizophrenia. This means his testimony is now irrelevant. You're off the hook, and he'll be transferred to

accept this turn of

sighed, "Everything was above board, certified by

subtext was clear. Only someone with connections and

be

dreary sky, a heavy suffocation making it hard to breathe. Reality had dealt her another harsh blow. If she wanted to stand a

the officer

she was about to be engulfed by an all-consuming darkness. After what felt like an eternity, she remembered

over for dinner at the Garcia family home this weekend. Don't turn him down; it's his way of extending an olive

down, aimlessly