Olivia Westview
Morning sunlight filtered through my curtains, the soft warmth coaxing me awake.
For a few blissful moments, I lay there, letting the lightness settle over me. The merger was finally behind us, completed with success. And James—there was an “us” now, wasn’t there? The thought sent a ripple of warmth through me, a small smile tugging at my lips.
But as I stared at the ceiling, reality began to creep in. The edges of my contentment frayed, tugged at by a name that had wormed its way into my thoughts like a splinter: Karen.
Karen.
I sat up, rubbing my temples. It could be nothing. Probably was nothing. An old girlfriend, maybe, or even a family friend. Someone who wasn’t a threat, not to me or to whatever it was James and I were building. But no matter how many times I t
