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.

window, a lit cigarette in hand, its glow flickering uncertainly, making her unable

eyes, she was met with the comforting

her presence, "Hello, I'm the officer handling your case. I've come to discuss some developments with

Sylvia managed to sit up.

has been diagnosed with schizophrenia. This means his testimony is now irrelevant. You're off the

turned pale, struggling to accept this turn

officer sighed, "Everything was above board, certified by the

someone with connections and influence could orchestrate something

someone had to be related to

stared out 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 against Bridget, she'd have to confront Rupert. But how could she possibly measure up

officer said with

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

home this weekend. Don't turn him down; it's his way of

Sylvia lay back down,