Brett
The porch light flickered as I unlocked the front door, and before I could even step inside, Ollie brushed past me like he owned the place.
“I’m telling Liv you invited me,” he announced.
I snorted, locking the door behind us. “I literally did invite you.”
“Yeah, but it sounds more dramatic if I make it seem like I forced my way in.”
“That’s because you usually do.”
The house was quiet.
Almost too quiet.
Anthony’s truck wasn’t in the driveway, which probably meant he’d stayed over at his girlfriend’s apartment again, and Olivia’s bedroom door was shut upstairs. The only sound came from the hum of the refrigerator and the faint ticking of the old grandfather clock in the living room.
It was the kind of silence I normally appreciated.
Tonight it just gave me too much room to
