#Chapter 122: Pushing & Pulling

Olivia As soon as we stepped through the door, the weight of the evening pressed heavily on my chest. The villa, normally warm and inviting, felt empty and cold now. Part of me wanted to run back outside, back into the chill of the evening. Somehow, it seemed better than this. “Well, Olivia?” Nathan asked, his figure looming in the dim light of the foyer. “Was that everything you ever wished for?” I didn’t know what to say. Nathan’s words were like salt in an open wound. My vision blurred with tears, the weight of Alvin’s rejection still fresh and raw. I suspected that it would be like that for a long time to come. Nathan sighed and closed the door softly behind us, his silhouette stark against the dimming evening light that streamed in through the thin curtains. “Why?” I sobbed, my voice breaking. “Why did he push us away, Nathan? After all we did to help him…” Nathan looked at me, his usually clear blue-green eyes clouded with a mixture of sorrow and frustrati