#Chapter 137: Home

Nathan We spent the remainder of the morning poring over what books were left, but found nothing more about Edward. If Olivia’s aunt did record the history of my dad and his elusive brother, those records were here; but something told me that maybe, by the time she was prepared to write it all down, she was too old. She was 83 when she passed away, after all. I never saw her much after Olivia and her father were evicted, but I was pretty certain that her health wasn’t the best. Maybe she didn’t have the strength to keep working on these records. Or maybe she was scared. The cold weight of the phone in my hand felt like the world, pressing in, making it hard to think. My fingers instinctively saved my mom’s voicemail, even as my brain struggled to process the panic in my mother’s voice. Olivia was beside me, her expression one of silent support, her warm hand on my shoulder, grounding me. I forced a shaky breath, trying to hold back the whirlwind of emotions th