Chapter 110

OLIVIA'S POV My phone buzzed just as I was finishing organizing the last of the old letters I found in my mother's drawer. The faint smell of parchment and lavender still lingered, tugging memories from places I wasn't ready to visit yet. I wiped my hands on my jeans and glanced at the screen. Derek. A small smile tugged at my lips before I even answered. "Olivia," his voice greeted me, smooth and lazy, as if he'd been waiting for me to pick up just to make my name sound important. "Yes, Derek?" There was a pause. Then, a breath. "I have a very serious situation," he said solemnly. "Life and death, almost." I sat down on the edge of the bed, already half laughing. "Let me guess. You ran out of hair gel?" He gasped. "You wound me, woman. But no. Worse." "Oh no," I teased. "Did your fangirl club finally find out you actually read poetry in your free time?" He chuckled low. "You joke, but I do. And it is sexy." "You're stalling." "I'm building suspense." I rolled my eyes but couldn't stop