OLIVIA’S POV
We left the hospital at half past one.
I picked up my bag and we walked to the elevator without speaking. The doors opened and we stepped in and they closed behind us I stood beside Jaden in the small mirrored space and looked at my own reflection.
Red eyes. A face that had been through something and showed it. Hair still neat but carrying the particular quality of composure that had been tested for several hours and held on through effort rather than ease.
I looked tired.
I looked relieved.
I looked like someone whose father had just come through surgery successfully and who was still processing what that meant after months of not being sure it would.
I noticed my reflection smiling slightly without having decided to.
Jaden was looking at his phone beside me. I caug
