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.

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

when she opened her eyes, she was met with the comforting presence

immediately explained her presence, "Hello, I'm the officer handling your

sit up.

schizophrenia. This means his testimony is now irrelevant. You're off the hook, and he'll be transferred to a psychiatric

accept this turn of events. She knew if she

certified by the

was clear. Only someone with connections and influence could

someone had to be related to Bridget.

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

some rest," the officer said with a sigh

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

good to hear. Tristan wants you to come over for dinner at the Garcia family home this weekend. Don't turn him down; it's his way of extending an olive branch." "I

Sylvia lay back down, aimlessly