#Chapter 509: To Protect

Olivia I awoke with a start to find the soft blue moonlight streaming through the bedroom window. A soft sigh of relief slipped out as I fell back down onto the pillows. “Still at home,” I whispered, wiping the beads of sweat off of my forehead with the back of my hand. “It was just a dream.” Remembering the dream now as I lay there, I couldn’t help myself from shuddering. It had been a horrific nightmare; one involving flames, collapsing houses, and my children being nowhere to be found. Out of instinct, I rolled over onto my side and began to reach for Nathan—only to discover that he wasn’t there. “Right.” I rolled back onto my back and stared up at the ceiling again. He wasn’t here anymore, and hadn’t been for a while now. It had been three days since I had kicked Nathan out, and even longer than that since we had slept in the same bed. How long had it even been since we had really, truly slept next to each other—and not just pretended until one of us eventually go