#Chapter 290: Protests

As I stepped into my apartment, the echoes of the meeting with John Waters still reverberated in my mind. I felt lost, uncertain of what to do about Timothy's situation. The dimly lit living room welcomed me, but I found no solace in its familiarity. I slumped onto the couch, the soft cushions providing little comfort. My mind raced, contemplating my next move. Who should I call for advice? What steps should I take? My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the door opening. “Who’s ready for tonight?!?” Aria and Lucas came rushing in, dawning jerseys and foam fingers. Lucas blew a whistle as his eyes zeroed in on me on the couch. Aria scanned me from head to toe, a quizzical expression on her face. "Why are you still dressed like you just got off work? Timothy's game is tonight, Evie. He's been looking forward to it." The realization hit me like a sudden gust of wind. Timothy's hockey game! How could I forget? "I... I forgot," I admitted, feeling a pang of regret. "I've had a l