Olivia Westview
The moment I stepped inside, the familiar warmth of home wrapped around me, but it wasn’t enough to stop the overwhelming ache in my chest. I shut the door softly behind me, leaning against it as if I could keep everything — all the confusion, the hurt, the mess that was my life right now — from following me in.
Tears threatened to spill, but I swallowed them down. No, not yet. I couldn’t break down yet. I needed to make it upstairs, to the safety of my room, before I let everything fall apart.
But of course, I wasn’t that lucky.
“Liv, honey?” Mom’s voice came from the hallway, and I froze, trying to wipe at my face before she saw the wreck I’d become.
“Yeah?” I called out, forcing my voice to sound normal, like I hadn’t just run out of the office after blowing up at J
