Olivia

Ethan arrived around noon, his face flushed and hair slightly disheveled. It was clear he had driven straight from his apartment the moment Nick's call had come through, barely giving himself a moment to catch his breath.

"Sorry I'm late," he said, dropping his backpack by the waiting room chairs. "Traffic was insane, and my phone died halfway here."

I stood up, wrapping my arms around him in a tight embrace. "You're here now, and that's all that ...