Olivia’s POV

“You’re in Chicago?” Grace’s voice came through the phone, brimming with disbelief after I shared the news. “My God, Olivia, how did this happen?”

I sighed, running a hand through my hair, hesitant to dive into the details with Mia nearby. I knew Grace was protective, wary of Alexander’s history with me. She feared I’d get hurt again, and her concern was rooted in care, not judgment. “I thought it would be good for Mia to meet her family,” I said, though I ...