CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
OLIVE
I’m not supposed to be listening, but I can’t help it.
After I get dressed I tiptoe into the hallway upstairs and sit on the stairs. The men downstairs can’t see me, but I can hear them. As soon as I hear the man, I hop up so I’m not caught eavesdropping.
Axel is probably pacing back and forth in the kitchen, clearing his head as he gets ready to leave.
I know he’s going to leave now. He has to.
After the threats the man made. I’ll bet that picture of us is really revealing. If I were Axel, I’d be leaving too. Not that I want him to leave, but it seems inevitable. Deep down, I think I always knew he would.
Us being together as a family felt too good to be true, and now I realize it was.
I’m about to give in to a few tears when Lark runs over to me and hugs my
