OLIVIA'S POV
“Kellan, do you really think this is such a good idea?" I asked low as we walked to the hotel. My heart was racing, my stomach twisting with a bad feeling.
Coming here to meet Sharon in a hotel room just felt off. But she had insisted on the location.
Then his features set, he turned to me: "I have to see this through to the end Olivia. And you wanted to come. We'll go through it together."
I nodded, my hands clasped tightly in my lap, as the car pulled to a stop. But this was no longer just about Sharon anymore; this was about everything: our reputations, our families, our lives. Yet there was something in the insistence of Sharon to meet in private that sent a quiver down my spine.
We went to the lobby, and he had only to ask for the room number. His voice didn't shak
