Olivia Martins

"Liv, Liv, hey. It’s me."

“Vic?” My voice was barely a whisper, the haze of sleep still clinging to me as I blinked into the soft early morning light.

She nodded, a small, tentative smile curving her lips despite the clear worry in her eyes.

She was really here.

The realization hit me like a wave, and tears welled up before I could stop them. I flung myself into her arms, and she let out a surprised laugh, holding me tightly.

“Missed me, huh?” she teased, her ...