(Olivia)
I stood next to Derek, watching him speak with Dad and his team. A lot was happening right now—plans, strategies, and decisions being made. I knew I should feel nervous, but instead, I felt a sense of calm. A sense that this was it. This was the moment we were going to take back control.
But at the same time, I couldn’t help but feel a little left out. Derek had insisted that I stay out of it. He didn’t want me involved. Not because he didn’t trust me, but because I wasn’t feeling my best.
The past few weeks had been hard. I’d been sick, and the doctors had said it was important for me to rest. But I didn’t need a doctor to tell me what I already knew: this was my fight too. I wasn’t going to let Rebecca and Raymond win. Not after everything they’d done to Derek, to us.
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