Birdsong stirred Olivia from her sleep, and she stretched, a smile of contentment lighting up her face.
Staying at the hotel meant she no longer woke up to the damp, musty scent of her old apartment—a small but profound joy.
Yesterday had been her third meeting with Arthur, and they'd spent a delightful afternoon together.
Despite their postponed date, she couldn't help but smile whenever she thought of him.
With just one more sitting, Arthur's portrait would be finished, and he'd given her another generous sum.
Now, she could finally afford a decent apartment, a place where Hermann and Ashley could grow up in a comfortable, healthy environment.
Olivia glanced at her children, still peacefully asleep, their faces serene and angelic.
Watching them, she felt a profound sense of gratit
