There was a lot of noise, but Olivia could still make out Ethan and Chloe's voices.

She could feel the irony. Her mother wanted her dead, but the man she hated was willing to trade his life for hers.

What expectations could she have for a mother like that? She used to sit at the entrance of her home and stare at the road Chloe drove off on.

When she had a falling out with Ethan, she would do that too.

She remembered that she would keep reheating the food that got cold and wait while sitt