(Derek)
I pushed the front door open, immediately greeted by the warm scent of something home-cooked. My stomach tightened in response. It had been a long day, but the thought of coming home to Olivia always made everything better.
The house was quiet except for the soft sound of a page-turning. I stepped into the living room, and there she was, curled up on the couch with a book in her hands.
Her hair was loose around her shoulders, and she looked so peaceful, but there was something off. I could see it in the way she held herself, even in her stillness.
“Hey,” I said, pulling her attention away from the book.
Olivia smiled, closing the book and setting it aside as she stood up.
“You're home. I, uh... got bored, so I cleaned up and made dinner. It's waiting for you.” She moved tow
