Olivia’s POV

I closed the apartment door behind me and let my bag slide off my shoulder onto the floor. My whole body felt heavy, like someone had poured cement into my bones.

Ellen looked up from the couch. “Both of them finally gone?”

“Yes,” I said, dropping onto the cushions next to her. I pressed my fingers against my temples. “Today was endless.”

She gave a sympathetic laugh. “Alexander has a special talent for turning a normal evening into a soap opera.”

I leaned my ...