#Chapter 527: Stowaway

Olivia I jolted awake to the sharp sound of knocking at the front door, and almost immediately, I reached for my phone. I felt a wave of panic bubble up inside of me; more reporters? But a glance at the clock revealed it was well past three in the morning—far too late for reporters. So, who on earth could that be at this ungodly hour? Throwing on a robe, I quietly crept down the dark hallway, down the stairs and around the corner to the front door. It was then, through the window, that I spotted a familiar silhouette lurking on the porch. Nathan. A combination of relief and confusion caused my breath to catch in my throat. I stormed up to the door and flung it open to see Nathan’s face staring back at me, his eyes wide as saucers. “What are you doing he—” My voice trailed off, however, when I realized that he wasn’t alone. There was another figure there; a woman, dressed in a dark hoodie with the hood pulled up around her face. I couldn’t quite make out her features,