The wind rustled softly through the trees, carrying with it the gentle scent of lavender and pine from the garden. Olivia stood on the porch of Veronica and Helen’s cosy home.
Taking a deep breath, Olivia knocked on the door. Veronica answered almost immediately, her face pale, her eyes tired, as if sleep had eluded her for many nights. Helen stood a few feet behind her, her expression a mirror of her mother’s—uneasy and troubled. The tension in the air was palpable, thick, and unspoken.
"Olivia," Veronica greeted, her voice brittle but welcoming. "Come in."
Olivia stepped inside. Cade ran inside and helped himself to the cookies kept on the table.
"I’ve been thinking about what Helen told me," Olivia began, her tone calm but urgent. "About Jennifer, your sister, and Richard."
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