-Olivia’s point of view-
"Olivia! Over here! I've got a book that might provide some answers," Rita exclaimed as she gently placed a book in front of me.
It was an unusual situation. I had approached Rita with an unusual request: assistance with a rather intimate aspect of my life.
In response, she had led me to this haven of knowledge – a room filled with books, cozy chairs, and tables. It was as if books, too, had found a home for themselves. Lucky things, I thought, to have such a sanctuary.
Rita, who primarily served as my attendant, had proven to be much more than that. As I got to know her better, I realized she was easy to talk to, remarkably carefree, and seemed like the kind of person you could comfortably approach with your questions.
Trust was a tricky thing, and while I
