Oliver was not being himself at the moment. His passionate, hot-blooded self had taken a leave of absence. He couldn't have been any more weak and spent. He simply had nothing in him anymore. His sister had taken him for everything the moment he sighted her with her fiancé in the Jacuzzi.
"I know how it—what are you doing? I'm trying to explain, and you're turning your back to me?!"
"I need..." He sighed as he searched through his contacts on his phone. "I can't do this now; I really can't. I um... what was... yeah, to... to find Michela."
The frightening way her brother was behaving had really put the fear in Ellie. He was clearly not himself, speaking in a voice that struggled to go over a whisper, sighing between his words... it crushed her. She never suffered this bad when her boyfr
