Roisin
I sat on the edge of my bed, staring at the door, my mind replaying the scene I’d just witnessed. The way Olivine had spoken with that man outside the palace—one of Meimei's kidnappers. What could be his relationship with that man? Why would he even be in contact with that type of person? What were they discussing so secretly? Does Olivine know who that man really is? Could he have been involved in Meimei's k********g? But why would he do that?!
The questions were relentless but I didn't want to give in to them. I didn't want to let my mind sway to the dark side. Olivine isn't like that…
My instincts screamed at me to be cautious, to question what I had seen. But another part of me, the part that knew Olivine, refused to let the seed of doubt take root. He had saved me more time
