Chapter 142 Ghosts Of You

• Olivia
• The morning sun cast a muted golden glow through the living room windows. It was one of those quiet, early mornings where the silence was so profound that you could hear your own heartbeat.
• As I descended the stairs, the house was quiet as usual. It had been that way for weeks, ever since Maria’s death. I still couldn’t get the image of Jenifer and Colin out of my mind, nor could I get the guilt out of my chest over not telling Nathan.