OLIVIA

 My alarm clock beeped, jolting me awake. In a fit of rage, I slammed it off and buried myself back under the covers.

 It was the weekend, and I had no intention of stepping out or engaging in anything remotely strenuous. My goal for the day was simple—stay in bed, switch off my phone, and avoid any calls that might ruin my peace.

 It was also the first morning I would wake without Cyril next to me on the bed ever since he left the house and decided to move in ...