(Derek)
The drive home from Rebecca's place was quiet. Olivia leaned her head against the window, her eyes half-closed. She was exhausted, and I couldn’t blame her.
Everything that happened today would take time to process. My grip on the steering wheel tightened as I thought about Rebecca’s confession and Raymond’s threats. The thought of how close we came to losing everything made my stomach twist.
I glanced over at Olivia, who hadn’t said much since we left. Her breathing was slow and steady, and I could tell she was fighting to stay awake.
“We’re almost home,” I said softly, not wanting to disturb her too much. She nodded but didn’t open her eyes. I reached over, gently squeezing her hand, needing to feel that connection between us. She squeezed back weakly, and it was enough.
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