Chapter 60: OLIVE's POV
There was this one time, about a year ago, when Cole had filmed me in the kitchen.
I was making pancakes, flour dusted across the counter and somehow in my hair, laughing at something stupid he'd said about burning water. He'd pulled out his phone without warning, told me I looked beautiful when I wasn't trying so hard. I'd blushed like some lovesick i***t—and told him to stop, but he'd kept filming anyway. Just a few seconds. Nothing that seemed important at the time.
I'd completely forgotten about it.
Until today, as I stared at myself on this screen.
The room had gone quiet. The kind of silence that made your ears ring and your chest compress like someone was sitting on your ribs, squeezing all the air out slowly.
I looked up at the massive display mounted
