REBECCA’S POV
I had known for two weeks that Olivia was doing something.
Not because she had told me. Olivia did not announce things in progress, she announced things complete, or at minimum things that had reached a stage where the announcement came with something actionable attached. She had always operated this way, even in the earliest years of our friendship when we were young enough that most of our problems were navigated with significantly less strategy and considerably more wine. There was a quality to her silence around a thing she was working on that was different from her ordinary silence. More directed. Like a room where all the furniture has been moved to the edges to make space for something being built in the center.
I had been noticing that quality in our conversations
