Olivia POV
I crouched down slowly, careful not to move too fast, and opened the cover with the kind of care you'd use on something that might shatter.
The first page nearly broke my heart clean in half.
It was a drawing of a building on fire, done in careful, controlled crayon strokes that felt far too neat for how devastating the subject was — like someone had needed to color inside the lines to survive putting it on paper at all. Two stick figures stood near a window. One was filled in completely, every inch shaded a careful, deliberate blue. The other was left as nothing but an outline, empty white space where a person should have been.
I looked up. Ethan was watching my face like he was bracing for something, some reaction he'd learned to expect and dread in equal measure.
"Is thi
