*Olivia*

The next day was Saturday, so Dahlia joined Gio and me at breakfast. For a moment, the table was completely quiet, and I could see Dahlia deciding whether to say anything.

“So….” she started.

I grabbed Gio’s hand and squeezed it. All of my worries from yesterday rose up again, and I didn’t want them to overtake me, but I didn’t want to block my best friend out of my life either.

“You can ask, Dolly,” I said finally. “But I ...