Timothy stepped outside to air out the scarf, letting the evening breeze carry away the lingering scent.
As he stood on the porch, he remained seated in thought, staring at his phone.
He had been considering his options for a while now, knowing that if things went south, he might have to contact his siblings for felicitations.
Yet, deep down, he knew he should reach out to his family, not just for his sake but so they would at least know he was alive.
Glancing at the time, he saw that it was already past 6 p.m.
Darkness would soon take over.
He didn't know how much time he had to put his plan into action, but he could at least make an attempt.
Taking a deep breath, he picked up his repaired phone.
Only now did he scroll through his messages, noticing that the money in his account had arrived.
However, another notification confirmed what he had already suspected, he had been scammed by that woman.
That, however, was a problem for another time.
