Chapter 108 Shadows Of Truth

• Rachel POV
• Bonnie’s words echoed in my chest, a steady drumbeat of courage that drowned out the lingering echo of my sobs, her hand still clasped in mine, her calloused fingers a grounding anchor, her eyes fierce with a belief that kindled a fire in the ashes of my despair. The living room of her small house was a cocoon of warmth, its mismatched furniture—worn armchairs, a scuffed coffee table—draped with knitted throws in soft blues and greens, a stark contrast to the Morrow mansion’s cold, marble grandeur. The faint scent of lavender from a candle mingled with the earthy aroma of brewing tea, grounding me in this moment, this fight, the soft creak of the floorboards under our weight a quiet rhythm that steadied my racing heart. Bonnie’s arm, still in its sling from the accident Celine had orchestrated, was a silent testament to our enemy’s ruthlessness, the fabric taut against her bruised skin a reminder of the stakes. But her voice—“Be strong, Rachel. Fight for Jeremy, for the truth”—was a spark, igniting the embers of my resolve, a fire that refused to be snuffed out by the scandal’s venom, Celine’s lies, or the world’s judgment.
• Jeremy’s call last night, his voice a lifeline through the crackling jail line, had tethered me to hope, and now Bonnie’s faith was the fuel I needed to act, to wield the evidence against Celine and free the man I loved, the man whose laughter still echoed in my dreams. I squeezed Bonnie’s hand, my tears drying on my cheeks, my breath steadying as I met her gaze, her eyes a storm of determination that mirrored the resolve growing within me. A small nod sealed a pact between us, a silent vow that we’d face this together.