Chapter 21: CHAPTER TWENTY ONE

TRISHA'S POV Days passed, but the image of our broken home wouldn’t leave my mind. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw the mess again…the shattered glass, the overturned furniture, and those familiar faces on the CCTV footage. Hendrix tried to make light of it, insisting that the police would handle it, but deep down, we both knew Oliver was behind it. Still, proof was what we needed, and that became my mission. Every morning, I woke up determined to find answers. Hendrix helped me where...