Olivia’s POV

Vanessa’s visit to Sparkvibe Studio had left me reeling, her words echoing in my mind like a storm that refused to subside. That evening, when I returned home, I found my daughters chatting and laughing in the living room, their voices a comforting hum.

But I was too drained to join them. Claiming exhaustion and a need for rest, I excused myself after a quick shower and retreated to my bedroom. The truth was, I was tired—bone-deep weary from the weight of recent events.

I ...