#Chapter 198: Rolling Over

Olivia The stillness that had settled in the room was unsettling, like the foreboding calm before a storm. As the Elders' receding footsteps echoed in my ears, I clutched the eviction notice, its presence an icy reminder of the cruel reality that was unfolding. The paper felt like a traitor in my hands; lifeless yet filled with the weight of our ancestors' history. Nathan and I were locked in a gaze, our emotions threatening to spill. His face was a canvas of a myriad of emotions – anguish, resolve, fear, and defiance. The room, once filled with warmth and love, now felt cold and alien. “Pack your bags, Olivia,” Nathan’s voice sliced through the air, as sharp as a winter wind. His tone, devoid of its usual warmth, sent shivers down my spine. “What?” I stammered, unable to comprehend the gravity of his words. “Just like that?” “Yes,” he said, turning and heading back inside. “Just like that. And make it quick; we don’t have much time.” My eyes were so wide I thou