OLIVIA’S POV
The light was still on when I opened my eyes.
I blinked at the ceiling for a moment, disoriented in the specific way that came from falling asleep without meaning to.
The book was on the bed beside me, spine up, open to somewhere in the middle. I had no memory of putting it down because I had not put it down. It had simply fallen when I did.
I reached over and closed it.
The clock on my phone said five fourteen in the morning.
I pressed my palm flat against my forehead and stared at the ceiling.
This is it, I thought. This is what two years looks like. Falling asleep with the light on reading books in a house that is not mine.
I almost laughed.
Well. As long as my father is okay. As long as he is getting better. Everything else is manageable.
I was still negotiatin
