Maybe I forgot to tell her how my revenge would unfold. If Olívia thought I’d hurt her directly, she was dead wrong. It was her father I’d target. Enough playing nice—I never was. Why was I taking so long to act? I shouldn’t have distanced myself from her; I should’ve gotten closer to deliver the final blow.

I turned around, and she wasn’t in the pool. I scanned the area—she’d vanished. Besides being insipid, odorless, and insignificant, was she invisible too?

I approached ...