#Chapter 18 My Old Clothes

Amber’s POV I’d just come outside to put the trash in the bin when a cold, mocking voice rang out behind me. “You’re up to your same old tricks, huh? Still making a living by seducing other people’s lovers?” I’d know that voice anywhere. In my office, outside my home. It was unmistakable. I turned. Olivia stood in front of me, her arms crossed. She stared at me down, her eyes ice-cold and piercing. “So,” she said, walking closer and eying me like a panther stalking her prey, “you’re not dead after all.” I looked over at her, surprised at her appearance. Of course I’d seen her at the hospital, but her appearance struck me differently outside of the chaotic environment of the ward. Olivia used to be elegant and flawless, every move purposeful. She dressed as though she’d walked straight out of a fashion magazine. Now, though, she wore a simple floral dress, her hair in a long, loose braid. She looked familiar. She looked like me, five years ago. I thought ab