Olivia's eyes narrowed. "What's wrong, Mrs. Powell?"

Claire picked up the pillow cover, flustered. "Just a normal day for an old granny."

She quickly made the bed. "Here, Dr. Fordham. I'm cooking some meat, so I should get going."

She left in haste. Olivia's eyes didn't leave her back.

Right then, Ethan called Olivia. She scanned the area, making sure that there was no one else before answering the phone.

"Liv, I found something. The Lovells were dead a few years ago, but…" he drawled as th