Chapter 14: The Mother's Legacy
(Olivia's POV)
The snow had just stopped falling over Riverdale. The sky cleared to a brilliant blue, making the snow-laden trees sparkle like they were covered in diamonds.
I remember that day so vividly. I was only twelve, sitting in the backseat of my father's car as we drove to pick up my mother from the hospital. The doctors had finally released her to come home.
My father, Richard Winters, gripped the steering wheel tightly. His knuckles were white with tension. The silence between my parents was heavy, almost suffocating, but I didn't notice it then. I was too busy fogging up the window with my breath, using my finger to draw pictures on the glass.
"Look, Mama!" I chirped happily, pointing to my creation. "It's us!"
I had drawn our family
