Olivia Westview
I stood frozen, my gaze locked on the lipstick in my hand.
The elegant gold casing gleamed under the soft bathroom lights, mocking me. My pulse thundered in my ears, and my mind spiraled into a million directions at once. Questions piled on top of each other, suffocating me.
Who had left this here?
Was it recent?
Was it Karen’s?
And more importantly—why was it still here?
The past I’d worked so hard to ignore now swallowed me whole. My breathing quickened, my chest rising and falling in all the wrong ways. I gripped the edge of the sink for support, the cool marble grounding me, but barely. I stared at my reflection, my wide eyes betraying the calm I was trying to summon.
I was shaking.
My thoughts swirled, irrational and invasive.
It means nothing. Maybe it’s ol
