Olivia

I had a bitter taste in the roof of my mouth when I realized what the woman was talking about. It was about my mother; that woman had crucial information about my mother… I felt Alexander’s hand in mine, comforting me.

“Who were you for her, if I may ask?” He asked a little suspiciously, trying to understand that. To be honest, that woman didn't just seem like she was there to tell me a story about what my mother was like when she was young or things like that; she seemed ...