OLIVIA.
“How did you find yourself in our matrimonial bedroom? Is that supposed to be a question? Am I supposed to answer that? This is your home, Olivia,” Cyril said as his smile spread across his face.
“Home? What home are you talking about? This doesn't even look real to me. Is there something you're not telling me?” I mumbled while still trying to wrap my head around what he told me.
“Nothing is hiding. I am telling you the truth. Look around you, what do you see?” Cyril tasked me.
“I see beautiful photo frames of us hanging on the wall,” I answered with a hint of confusion.
“What about Rene?
I thought she was your wife?” I asked Cyril as I strived to confirm if my thoughts were real or mere hallucinating.
“Who the heck is that?
I don't know what you're talking about.” He qui
