Heads turned. Nelly was seated quietly, her face now glowing under the dining room lights. Her skin—once dull with visible eye bags—radiated a fresh, youthful glow. The dark circles under her eyes? Gone. Her complexion? Brighter, smoother.“What… How?” a voice whispered, stunned.“She looks… amazing,” another added.Even Aunt Monica’s eyes widened. “Even her eye bags disappeared…”“Don’t tell me…” someone trailed off.“Yes,” Nelly said softly, glancing at the small jar on the table. “It’s the honey. Andrew was right—it’s not just regular honey.”A wave of disbelief erupted in the room .“You’re saying that thing did all that?” Justin scoffed. “A fifty-cent jar of honey? You’re joking.”“That’s impossible,” another chimed in. “Maybe you just got lucky.”“I’m telling the truth,” Nelly insisted. “I felt the difference the moment I tasted it.”The door swung open. Dr. Fredrick entered, briefcase in hand, eyes scanning the anxious faces. Morin rushed to him. “Doctor! Fix her face—quick

Heads turned. Nelly was seated quietly, her face now glowing under the dining room lights. Her skin—once dull with visible eye bags—radiated a fresh, youthful glow. The dark circles under her eyes? Gone. Her complexion? Brighter, smoother. “What… How?” a voice whispered, stunned. “She looks… amazing,” another added. Even Aunt Monica’s eyes widened. “Even her eye bags disappeared…” “Don’t tell me…” someone trailed off. “Yes,” Nelly said softly, glancing at the small jar on the table. “It’s the honey. Andrew was right—it’s not just regular honey.” A wave of disbelief erupted in the room . “You’re saying that thing did all that?” Justin scoffed. “A fifty-cent jar of honey? You’re joking.” “That’s impossible,” another chimed in. “Maybe you just got lucky.” “I’m telling the truth,” Nelly insisted. “I felt the difference the moment I tasted it.” The door swung open. Dr. Fredrick entered, briefcase in hand, eyes scanning the anxious faces. Morin rushed to him. “Doctor! Fix

Andrew got to the police stationThe sharp chill in the air bit at his skin, but he wasn’t afraid.His steps were steady, purposeful. There was no fear in his eyes—only calm. He knew he hadn’t done anything wrong. At least, not in the eyes of the law.A uniformed officer led him inside, metal doors clanking shut behind them.Andrew glanced around. The station was a mixture of peeling paint, buzzing fluorescent lights, and the faint, lingering scent of stale coffee.He could hear phones ringing in the distance, muffled conversations, and the occasional bark of a commanding officer.“Sit,” the officer said, motioning to a cold metal chair across the table in the small interrogation room.Andrew obliged.Minutes stretched into what felt like hours.Then the door creaked open, the same police officer walked in, holding a file.“Well,” the officer began, flipping through the papers, “you look pretty calm for someone accused of something this serious.”Andrew’s gaze didn’t waver. “That’s b

“Last night,” he began, “our sister and we were heading somewhere when this man approached her. He started talking to her—in an abnormal way . My sister was polite, told him she wasn’t interested, but he wouldn’t listen. He kept insisting she follow him home. She told him she wasn’t a hooker, but—” he paused, shooting Andrew a venomous glare—“he wouldn’t take no for an answer.” Andrew clenched his jaw. This is insane.“Then,” the man continued, “he got aggressive. We had to step in, trying to pull her away, but—” He lifted his arm, gesturing to bruises already turning yellow and purple and bandage forehead. “He beat us up and took our sister with him like she was some…some toy !” His voice cracked, a line of tear rolling down as he quickly looked away, feigning hurt Andrew's fist clenched tightly . They had indeed come prepared . What the hell is this performance? What was all this for ?Such nerve ! Andrew was sure they were doing all this to get the girl back . But little did

“Unfortunately for you,” the officer added , voice dripping with satisfaction, “we have another key witness to attest to your crimes.”Andrew’s jaw tightened. “Key witness ?” For some reason ,the thought of that sent cold chills down Andrew's spine. He couldn't imagine what/who their key witness was.Then, the door creaked open.A young girl walked in, head bowed. Her steps were slow, hesitant—as if she didn’t want to be there. Her hands twisted nervously in front of her. She looked harmless. Innocent.But then—She lifted her head.And at the same time, Andrew’s eyes locked onto hers.His body stiffened. Recognition hit him like a punch to the gut.Unbelievable!His mouth opened before he could stop himself. "Susan?" His voice cracked, disbelief rolling off his tongue. His chest tightened. His breath caught in his throat.What the hell is this?It was her. The same girl from yesterday. The one he had helped. The one he had worried about.The one who’d gotten him into this mess in