Charlotte's POV
The silence after Olivia said she’d thrown away my cello felt heavier than anything else that night. For a moment I couldn’t speak. I just sat there, staring at her, trying to make sense of what she’d said.
I opened my mouth to ask why she’d thrown it out, but Olivia beat me to it, laughing–it was not a kind laugh, it was a laugh filled with bitterness. “Why? You still want to play it?” Her eyes had gone cold. “After everything that happened, you still want to play the cello?”
My fingers tightened around the edge of the table.
I knew there was anger in this house, and that there were people who could never forgive me– I understood that, but hearing those words still hurt.
Olivia looked around the dining room, as if she wanted everyone to hear what she was saying. "Do y
