#Chapter 142: Ghosts of You

Olivia The morning sun cast a muted golden glow through the living room windows. It was one of those quiet, early mornings where the silence was so profound that you could hear your own heartbeat. As I descended the stairs, the house was quiet as usual. It had been that way for weeks, ever since Maria’s death. I still couldn’t get the image of Jenifer and Colin out of my mind, nor could I get the guilt out of my chest over not telling Nathan. But I still couldn’t bring myself to tell him. It wasn’t as though we talked much, anyway. He spent his days in his room or outside wandering along the beach, clearly lost in trains of thought that I didn’t want to disturb. And now that we discovered that Alvin had left the pack entirely, I felt even less inclined to talk about what I saw. Not yet, at least. Last night, after I cried into Nathan’s shoulder, we slowly went inside and made dinner. It was a ritual for us at this point; chopping the vegetables, clicking on the sto