Chapter 44: Olive's POV
How do you describe the look on someone's face when their entire world is about to collapse?
Because that's what I saw on Walter's face the second Zane's car pulled into the driveway.
"God. f**k. He's here." My father's voice cracked, and suddenly he was clawing at the bandage on his knee, trying to rip it off.
"What are you doing?" Annie grabbed his hands. "Walter, stop! You're going to hurt yourself—"
"I need to appear strong," he muttered, still fighting her grip. "Can't let him see me like this."
I stared at them, my brain trying to process what I was watching. For the past twenty minutes since I'd called Zane, Walter had been stress-baking—his go-to whenever something was seriously wrong. The kitchen smelled like vanilla and impending disaster.
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