Olivia POV

Lynn kept pacing in the living room, making me nervous with her nervous energy. Finally, after a few more minutes of it, I broke.

“Would you please sit down!?”

Lynn dropped into a nearby seat like a well-trained dog. There was a surprising amount of authority in my voice.

“Sorry,” Lynn said, meekly.

“No, I’m sorry. You’re just worried about your son. I really do understand that. I have three kids of my own, two boys and a ...