Nathan
Olivia’s car was gone, but I still had hope. There was only a shred of it, but it was there.
“Olivia?!” I called out, bursting out of my room as I looked wildly up and down the hallway. “Olivia, are you here?!”
I jogged down the hallway to her room, but my question was already answered before I even reached it. Her door was wide open, and she wasn’t in there.
Cursing under my breath, I ran down the steps; I scoured that little villa as though she was in some sort of hiding place, covering her mouth and giggling like we were kids playing hide and seek again.
I searched everywhere, racking my brain for every place where she used to hide during our childhood games, but she was gone. I guess I already knew that, though.
The weight of the silence in the empty vi
