OLIVIA’S POV
The library had become my favorite room in the house.
That surprised me. I had expected to feel like a guest in every room, moving carefully through spaces that did not belong to me.
But there was something about a room full of books that felt neutral. Like books did not care who owned the house. They just waited for whoever needed them.
I spent the morning running my fingers along the shelves looking for something I had not already read. Most of the titles were familiar. Business. Law. Architecture. A long row of biographies of men who had built things. Very Jaden, all of it.
Eventually I found a novel tucked between two thick volumes like it had wandered in from somewhere else and decided to stay. I pulled it out, settled into the armchair by the window, and had just f
