Olivia's POV

I was up early. This wasn't the night I was expecting to have in my home as soon as I got back.

I rolled over in bed. André's space was empty but still warm. He had gotten up a few minutes ago. A sigh escaped my lips.

He was probably in his study. I heard him say something like that to Pierre earlier.

I looked out the window. It was still dark out and the cool breeze was blowing and howling outside.

I grabbed my robe that hung on the chair and draped myself. I was just as ...