Olivia’s POV

I woke up in my room and lay there, staring at the ceiling. It had been two days since I had seen André. I had been avoiding him. I had thought about it like he had told me to, but I was still skeptical.

I was glad that he had kept his side of the agreement. He hadn’t bothered me or come into my room or demanded that I have meals with him and my mother.

However, I had been watching the way that they talked and interacted. It was true. The way he treated her was just a ...