OLIVIA

The room was suffocating me.

Since the start of the day, all I’d done was shed tears nonstop. It had gotten to a point where I could barely keep my eyes open from all the puffiness.

And I was tired of staying indoors.

Rosa had stepped out to make lunch. The chef had fallen sick, so she was instructed to take over till whenever.

I’d taken the pills as Axel had requested, and Rosa insisted that I remained in my bed, resting.

And doing— absolutely nothing.

Two hours had ...