Olivia POV
Three months after we saw the humans off with their furious but quite effectively chained captive, I sat on a bench watching the groundskeepers put the finishing flourishes on the labyrinth at the end of the meditation walk.
The air was redolent with freshly tilled soil and shorn grass. New flowers, not yet blooming, had been planted in their circle slightly outside the ring of benches, and I saw some honey bees were flying over them expectantly. They would need to wait a bit longer.
I pushed away a little nudge of motherly guilt. I was doing nothing wrong, thought I was, I confess, taking a brief break from my pup, who was finally sleeping in her crib. I had a well-referenced nanny keeping an eye on her, and I had taken my somewhat sore n*****s outside for some fresh air.
