Leah
It happened on a Tuesday.
Not a dramatic day. Not a day that felt like it should change my life. Just an ordinary morning where I stood at Olivia’s kitchen counter in socks, staring at a bowl of cereal I couldn’t bring myself to finish.
Olivia’s phone buzzed on the table.
She glanced at the screen, smiled reflexively, then froze.
Her smile didn’t fall so much as vanish. Her fingers tightened around the phone. For a heartbeat she didn’t move at all, like her brain had hit something it couldn’t process.
“Olivia?” I asked softly.
She looked up at me, and I knew before she even spoke that something was wrong. Her eyes were sharp and furious at the same time.
“Do not panic,” she said, voice too controlled.
My stomach dropped. “What is it.”
She swallowed once, then pushed her phon
