OLIVIA'S POV
I sat on the edge of my bed, staring blankly at the empty room. It had only been four days since I had returned to my house in Manhattan, but the memories of Michael, my ex-husband, still lingered in every corner of the house. The laughter we shared, the dreams we once had - all of it had come crashing down. Being in this house reminded me of the betrayal and hurt.
I needed an escape, a way to clear my mind from the constant reminders of a love that had turned toxic. With a determination I hadn't felt in a while, I went for a long walk in Central Park, surrounded by the beauty of nature, hoping it would calm my heart. But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't shake off the negative energy that pulsed through my veins.
As the evening approached, I decided to go for a run.
