#Chapter 292: Funeral Arrangements

His invitation caught me off guard, the implications of such a gesture weighed heavily upon me. I found myself at a loss for words. "I... I don't know," I stammered. "Going to Stella’s funeral just seems odd." Timothy nodded understandingly, a flicker of disappointment fleeting across his features. "Take your time. I'll understand whatever you decide." My mind reeled at the suggestion. The idea of being in the presence of Stella's family, of mingling with the Fitzgeralds amidst the cloud of suspicion hanging over Timothy, sent shivers down my spine. "But the media... they could twist this against you," I warned, my voice filled with concern. Timothy let out a defeated sigh. "I'm running out of options, Evie," he admitted, his shoulders slumping. "I don't know what else to do." Tears welled up in my eyes as a sense of hopelessness engulfed me. "This is all so unfair," I whispered, my voice quivering. Timothy pulled me into a gentle embrace. "I'm sorry for dragging you into this,"