Chapter 40 Olivia
I hate having all eyes on me at the best of times, but especially when I’m opening a present. I’m already practicing my reaction, even though I have no idea what’s inside this package. Of course, the tape is too sticky and I can’t pry it loose so I end up tearing at the paper. Inside is a grey sweatshirt. I turn it around and, on the front, printed in stark black letters, it says: Je ne décroche pour personne. I don’t pick up the phone for anyone.
When I look up, I see Marie snickering. She would think this is funny. I can kind of see the joke myself, especially because it’s a throwback to how I would always ignore her calls those first few months she was staying in Bonneau.
“How lovely,” I say with plenty of sarcasm in my voice.
“I knew you’d love it, darling,” Marie
