Chapter 5 Marie
“Do you know Olivia?” I ask Yvette.
Yvette shakes her head and points at my empty wine glass.
“Sure. I’ll have another.”
She promptly refills my glass because she doesn’t have a whole lot else to do. At the other end of the bar, two men are perched on stools drinking beer as though their lives depend on it.
“I don’t know her either, to be honest,” I say. “About as much as you can know about another person from a few texts.” Thank goodness for Yvette and this bar, which Olivia claimed wouldn’t be my scene. Not that I would normally frequent a bar like this, but nothing about my current situation is normal. That’s the whole point. And it’s actually quite cosy in here, with the rain lashing the windows outside.
“Actually,” Yvette says. “If you mean Olivia Chevalier, the
