Olivia's POV

I didn't get to see André for almost the entire day. I stood at the window of the bedroom and watched him talk to some men downstairs.

It had just been meeting after meeting. Could I really blame him? He had a lot of his hands.

I sighed and went back to bed. Alvida's words still rung in my ears and they made me nervous. I wanted to help.

My eyes caught sight of the bedside table’s drawer. It was inside but could I really do it?

“Olivia?"

The door flung open and I was ...