OLIVIA
The moment I got home, my mom was already waiting by the door like she’d been standing there all day. Before I could even drop my bag, she rushed forward and wrapped her arms around me so tightly, I could barely breathe.
“Oh my God, Olivia!” she cried, clutching me like I’d just escaped a burning building. “How are you feeling? Do you have a headache? You look pale—maybe dizzy? Did you even eat today?”
“Mom,” I said, laughing a little, trying to wriggle free. “I’m fine. Seriously. No dizziness. No headaches. No nothing.”
She pulled back just enough to look at me, her eyes scanning my face like she was checking for invisible bruises. “You’re sure?”
“Yes,” I said again, smiling at her concern. “I promise, I’m fine. What’s going on? You’re acting like I just got out of the ho
