Olivia's POV
After finishing the water, I felt a bit better and decided to order some takeout and fever reducers online. Then I slumped on the couch.
I stared blankly at the cat-shaped clock on the wall that Hannah had given me, watching its tail swing back and forth as my thoughts drifted away.
Memories of the past flashed through my mind like a slideshow, including the accident when I was fifteen years old.
Marsh's former warmth and later coldness were intertwined, making my mood increasingly heavy.
And now, the weakness from being sick plunged me into a powerless daze.
Suddenly, the doorbell rang, and without thinking much, I assumed it was the delivery guy with my food.
When I opened the door and saw Zander, I couldn't help but freeze. "Zander?"
"You're not dreaming. It's me,"
