Olivia’s POV-
Dad showed me around the house to start with, so I knew where everything was. As I looked, I could see just how much of a bachelor pad this house was. But it certainly looks like it was designed by an interior decorator, but is very much a bachelor’s pad. He has been alone for a long time though.
When he brought me back to the living room, I was immediately drawn to the bookshelves. I ran my fingers across the spines of the multiple first edition classics. Dad sighed heavily behind me, “I used to read them to your mother when we were together. I haven’t been able to pick them up since. Maybe I can read them to you. I always hoped I would be able to read to my child when they were younger.”
“I am still young enough, dad. So, yes, I would like that. I missed out on that wh
