OLIVIA
I lay in bed awake, Dillons' breath against my neck making it hard for me to focus on my thoughts. I faked deep sleep when he walked into the bedroom a few hours ago to avoid a conversation with him. I have no idea how to react to the whole Carly story, especially to the fact that Dillon knew and said nothing about it until now. Unable to fall asleep, I slide out of Dillons' arm, careful not to disturb his sleep. I grab my nightgown, wrapping it around my body as I leave the bedroom. Lillian is probably asleep in the servant's cottage so I go to the kitchen and make myself a cup of coffee. I proceed to the front porch and sit down, slurping the coffee. As the cool air brushes against my skin, I close my eyes, allowing myself to relax. The night's breeze intensifies and the sound of
