Olivia
We found ourselves in a quiet alleyway just off the main square, a place that hadn’t been touched by the fire. The walls were covered in old ivy, the leaves rustling with the gentle morning wind, creating a hushed whisper around us.
Angela guided me to sit on a set of worn stone steps that belonged to an old, abandoned bakery.
She sat down beside me, her brown eyes glinting with worry and understanding. “Olivia, first things first. Take a deep breath with me. We need to calm those nerves.” She inhaled deeply, motioning for me to mirror her.
I followed her lead, inhaling the scent of old bricks and the earthy aroma of the ivy. As I exhaled, I tried to release the tension, the humiliation, and the sting of the accusations.
“They’re just scared, Olivia,” Angela beg
