Olivia
I pushed through the revolving doors of Carter Enterprises, exhaustion weighing on my shoulders like a physical burden. The past two weeks had been a whirlwind of hospital visits, work deadlines, and navigating my strange new relationship status with Alexander. Dad was home now, recovering slowly but steadily, with Mom hovering over him like a protective hen.
"There you are!" Nova's voice cut through my thoughts as I crossed the lobby. "I was beginning to think you'd ditched us for the day."
"Just running late," I explained, falling into step beside her as we headed for the elevators. "Dad had a doctor's appointment this morning."
"How's he doing?"
"Better. Complaining about the diet restrictions, which Mom says is a good sign." The elevator doors opened, and we stepped inside.
