#Chapter 193: A Long Story

Elijah After two months in prison, Olivia looked… different. I’d expected her to be haggard and half-insane by now, but the person I saw was nothing at all like that. If anything, she looked better than she had on the outside. Her hair, no longer that fake bleached blonde but back to its natural light brown, was neatly pulled back in a low bun. Her face wasn’t caked with makeup the way it used to be, revealing clear skin underneath. The only signs of her incarceration were the dark circles under her eyes and a solemn look that had replaced her usual haughty expression. Like two months in prison had actually stripped her of at least a shred of her pride and maybe, just maybe, she had a chance at becoming a normal person. But that was a ridiculous notion. Olivia would never get better. I steeled myself against her humble appearance just in case she had plans to pull anything cunning. Olivia sat up straighter when she saw me, her eyes widening slightly. “You