OLIVIA’S POV
The house was too quiet in the mornings.
Not the kind of unpleasant quiet. Just the kind that left too much space for thinking.
Jaden was in his study by seven every day without fail. The staff moved through their routines like choreography. Everyone had somewhere to be and something to do.
I was still figuring out what my somewhere was.
I had eaten breakfast alone. Spent an hour in the library without being able to focus on a single page. I walked through the east sitting room and back again for no reason. Stood at the window and watched the gardener trim something that was already perfectly trimmed.
Two years of this.
The thought settled over me like something heavy.
I went back to my room and sat on the edge of the bed. My old bag was on the floor by the wardrobe
