Olivia’s POV
Seven months after I ran away
With a cup of coffee in my hand, I stood next to my apartment window, watching the world go by. It was a Saturday morning and my off day. I had closed the clinic for a few days after checking up on all my regular patients and had prescribed them the medicine they needed if any emergency occurs. All of a sudden, the quiet morning scenery before me turned upside down when I noticed a row of police cars and an ambulance approaching, their sirens breaking through the peaceful silence.
What happened? Why is there a parade of police cars heading towards our apartment building?
A cloud of confusion loomed over my mind. After all, I had just woken up a few minutes ago and suddenly, such a big incident was going on outside my door. By the number o
