Olivia Westview
“I don’t even know where to start.” My hands twisted together in my lap, clutching at the tissues she’d given me.
“You ain’t gotta rush,” Sharkeisha replied. “Take yo’ time, Liv. Let it all out.”
The sobs came hard and fast, shaking me so violently I thought my chest might shatter under the weight of it all. Sharkeisha moved closer, one hand rubbing gentle circles on my back, the other resting on my arm. She didn’t rush me, didn’t push for details, just let me cry until the rawness of it began to surface.
"How did I not see it? How could I let myself get so wrapped up in him? I gave him everything, Shark. My time, my energy, my… my body.” My voice dropped to a whisper. “I thought we had something special. I thought he loved me.”
Sharkeisha was quiet for a moment. “Liv,
