#Chapter 117: Guilty Conscience

Olivia The night was dark, interrupted only by the glint of my car's headlights. I could feel the rage bubbling inside me, overshadowing my usual caution on the road. The argument with Nathan replayed in my mind, a twisted movie that seemed to deepen my anger with every recall. “Why can’t he just trust me?” I muttered, gripping the steering wheel so tightly that my knuckles were beginning to turn white. The image of Nathan’s eyes, once soft but now cold and distant, haunted me. The hurt was visceral. Tears blurred my vision as I tried to navigate the winding roads leading to the witch’s hut. I didn’t love Alvin. Not like that. And while I was still grappling with the true weight of my feelings for Nathan, I knew that I felt strongly for him, more strongly than I had ever felt for anybody. I just wished that I could convey that to Nathan, and that he would believe me. Just then, as if summoned by my distracted state, a deer darted out in front of the car.