Olivia's POV
We finally headed inside, and André had to let go of me to attend to something important. I was immediately relieved, and I bolted upstairs to my room.
I was exhausted. Watching my mum put up such a show was exhausting, and all I wanted to do was have a long, cool shower and flop on my bed.
I opened my room door and found myself stuck in the doorway. My eyes surveyed the room, and what I saw made me sceptical about proceeding any further into it.
Has something happened? Were my eyes seeing things?
I glanced around again and saw that the room was empty.
My shoes, clothes, bags, and even trinkets that I left on the bedside table had all disappeared.
I stepped backwards to make sure that I was in the right room. I had to be in the right place. I had been here for months.
