Olivia

“Are you sure Josh’s fiancée lives in this building?” I asked Grace after we got out of the car and entered the low-rent building on the outskirts of Chicago.

“The address on the invitation says it right here,” she replied, looking at the place.

I looked at the invitation to check and then raised an eyebrow. “Well, it looks like we’re in the right place,” I commented, putting the note in my bag.

“You know her, right?” Grace asked me.

I nodded. “I ...